#I’m truly my own best friend. all I do to pass the time during my 8-5 is talk to myself in my head. this is the same thing

[subaru-meteorlight]

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[kingkaisen]

“WELL, WE SHOULD PROBABLY FUCK, RIGHT?”

♡ — SUMMARY; you & gojo are both sealed away in the prison realm. with nothing else to do, you might as well start fucking, right?

♡ — CONTENT; 18+ ONLY // MDNI — fem! reader, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (fem receiving), missionary, degrading nickname, best friends to friends with benefits, bickering, slightly jealous gojo, you & gojo are both the strongest sorcerers in the world.

♡ — A/N; based on this drabble (: I love this man sm, I’d do his taxes for him btw // also, pls don’t repost my gif!

♡ — WC; 3k

“This is all your fault, Satoru.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Okay, so I was distracted,” Gojo kicked up his feet, placing his black boots across a pile of dusty skeleton heads as if he was at home, relaxing on his plush couch, and not trapped inside of the prison realm. “If I remember correctly – and I do remember correctly because it happened thirty seconds ago – you were distracted too. Who knew that seeing your dead classmate would throw you off?”

“Throw me off?” You frowned, moving around a pile of bones to sit down somewhat comfortably. “You nearly passed out. I saw it with my own eyes, Satoru.”

“Oh,” Giving a small chuckle, Gojo tilted his head a bit as he smirked. “So you could see that, but you couldn’t see the weird guy with the two short ponytails almost obliterate you?”

“I don’t remember that. Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“See this?” Gojo lifted a skull pressing against his right leg, and he dangled it in front of you. “This would’ve been you if it wasn’t for me.”

“You dumbass,” you paused, rolling your eyes, “because of you, we’re both gonna end up exactly like that skeleton. You do realize we’re trapped in here, right? No way out?”

“Calm down. Someone will save us. I have faith, don’t you?”

“Hell no,” a small sigh fell from between your lips, “and you know what? I hope we don’t get saved. The fact that we let ourselves get captured like this is embarrassing. I absolutely cannot leave this stupid box and look another sorcerer in the eye after this. I’d rather die.”

“You’re pretty dramatic,” Gojo sighed. “I hear you, though. We really screwed this up. We should’ve picked different careers. I could’ve been a really nice basketball coach.”

“I would’ve been a coffee shop owner.” Distracted by your own what-if daydreams, you mistakenly leaned back on a pile of skeletons, nearly jumping out of your skin once you remembered that you were indeed lying on a pile of skeletons. “Shit! I gotta get outta here, I can’t do this.”

“Just calm down, it isn’t so bad.” As Gojo adjusted himself, he grunted. “Remember when you dressed up as a skeleton for Halloween? You manifested this.”

“I should’ve never taught you that word,” frowning, you stood up, glancing around the dark inner workings of the prison realm. “How can you relax in a place like this? Aren’t you uncomfortable? Or at least a little bit scared?”

“Hmm, no.” Gojo grinned.

“I shouldn’t have asked. You’re too stupid to know when to be scared.”

“Ouch,” Gojo said dramatically, a hint of amusement coating his words. “Ya know, I’m glad you’re not a coffee shop owner. You’d probably toss random shit in someone’s coffee, sweetheart.”

“Oh my god, please shut up.”

“You shut up,” Gojo retorted childishly.

Deep breathing exercises had certainly come in handy during moments such as this one.

Although years upon years had passed since you and Gojo were kids, running around in Halloween costumes and splitting popsicles, it felt as if no time had passed at all whenever you two held a conversation.

Even so, how exactly did it come to this?

Gojo never truly had an ordinary childhood — you were the only normal thing in his life at the time — but you grew up rather unextraordinary.

A normal girl, one who went to school and did her classwork before sneaking off to a secluded lake in the late afternoons with Gojo, skipping rocks and eating sandwiches together.

It was a beautifully plain life. One that was ripped away from you by curses and sorcery.

The only silver lining that truly existed was your old classmates; the dear friends you made once you attended Jujutsu High all those years ago, and in particular, a dark-haired, mellow guy.

“Must’ve been really hard for you,” Gojo suddenly mumbled, “seeing Suguru again. You two had gotten pretty close, right? Up until he . . . left?”

“What’s up with the mumbling? Now isn’t the time for you to get jealous.”

“I’m not,” Gojo mumbled once again, turning his head away from you. “It’s not like that was the real Suguru anyway. Our Suguru is gone for good.”

“Yeah.” The sad tone of your voice is what grabbed Gojo’s attention. One thing that was stronger than his jealousy over you and Geto’s old fondness for one another was his deep concern for you.

“Hey, c’mere,” Gojo smiled softly, facing you once again.

“Huh?” You raised your eyebrows.

“I said come here.”

Hesitantly, you walked over to where Gojo was stretched out among the bones, sitting down on the ground beside him as best as you could with all the skeletons around. As you looked at him, it was rather impossible to understand how he could relax so comfortably.

“Come closer,” he held his arm out, waving you over.

“Why? What for?”

“‘Cause I wanna hold you, so just come here.” Suddenly, Gojo leaned up a bit, grabbing ahold of your wrist before pulling you on top of him.

With his other hand, he gripped the back of your thigh, moving your leg over his hips as he leaned back. He sighed with contentment once you were fully on top of him. Releasing your wrist, the white-haired man touched the side of your face, slowly guiding your head to his chest. “See? Isn’t this better than laying on those skeletons?”

“I guess so,” you mumbled against his chest.

“Why are you so tense?” Gojo guided his hand across one of your shoulders, and he started to rub it.

“Hard to relax when you’re trapped in the prison realm,” you paused. “Not to mention I’m literally laying on top of you.”

“So? We hug and stuff all the time.”

“This is more than hugging, and we’ve barely done that,” you smiled softly. “Kinda nice, though. You’re pretty warm.”

“You’re pretty warm too. And really soft.” With his other hand — the one that never left your thigh — Gojo slowly stroked you, gliding his hand up and down, but not daring to touch your ass just yet.

But he wanted to. Desperately.

Suddenly, Gojo shifted his body, squirming just a bit.

“You okay?” You questioned, lifting your head off of his chest to look at his blindfolded face. “Want me to get off?”

“No, not at all, everything’s fine,” Gojo lied.

Truth be told, his dick was starting to harden in his pants, and he could barely stand it.

“Oh, okay,” laying your head back down on Gojo’s chest, you spoke once again. “Satoru? What are we supposed to do until someone saves us? Just sit here and wait?”

“No, that’s a bad idea,” Gojo said.

“Then what should we do?”

Before he answered, Gojo placed his finger underneath his blindfold, pulling at it playfully.

“Well, we should probably fuck, right?”

It took a moment for Gojo’s sinful words to fully sink in. Upon realizing that you had heard him correctly, your head snapped up, your eyes widening with utter shock.

“What?”

“You heard me, sweetheart,” Gojo smirked. “No need to make such a big deal out of it. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Yes, but . . .” You paused, darting your eyes across the vast, skeleton-filled, dark space. “Here? Of all places?”

Gojo shifted once again. He gripped his pants, but he truthfully wanted to grip his cock instead.

“I’d fuck you anywhere,” Gojo said lowly. “I just think it’s time we finally fuck each other, don’t you?”

Suddenly, his large hand gripped the back of your head, and your best friend shoved his lips against yours.

“Hmm,” Gojo moaned softly, kissing you passionately with those sweet, feathery lips of his. Kissing you — finally, after so many years of dreaming about it — was a magical experience. Before, he never believed in soulmates or seeing fireworks when kissing someone — until now.

“Shit, you’re so . . .” His words trailed off as he pulled away, his warm breath patting against your pretty face.

“Satoru,” you mumbled against his lips, “I didn’t know you thought of me this way. I didn’t think that I’d be someone you’d wanna sleep with.”

“Really? Why’s that?” As Gojo spoke, he took off his blindfold, staring at you — then your lips — with those vibrant, ocean-blue eyes of his.

“We’ve barely even hugged,” when you frowned, just a little bit, Gojo wanted to kiss your pouty lips over and over again until his mouth was sore.

God, he wanted you in ways he couldn’t even begin to vocalize.

But he’d certainly try.

“And I thought I was being obvious this entire time,” Gojo paused. “Whenever we would fight together, side by side, do you know how hard it was to concentrate? All I could ever focus on in the middle of battle was trying not to let myself get distracted by you. Hearing you grunt and groan, just watching the way you’d move. I’ve always wanted to take you home with me once the fight ended, toss you on my bed, and find out all the noises you can make; see how loud you can get. I just gotta hear you moan for me, baby. I have to.”

Running his thumb over your soft mouth, he slightly pulled down on your bottom lip, all before he leaned in again, moving his thumb away and replacing it with his lips.

This time, when he kissed you, he didn’t hold back. That sweet tongue of his entered your mouth as if it was on a mission, and he swirled his tongue around yours, enjoying every little surprised noise you made just as much as he enjoyed tasting your delicious mouth. He’d kiss you forever if he could.

A small part of him hoped that the two of you would never get released, and he could spend eternity with his tongue sloppily flicking against yours.

A pair of large hands suddenly gripped your ass. When you gasped, pulling away from Gojo’s lips, he smiled. You were just too cute.

Who knew that the prison realm would actually turn out to be heaven?

“You’re so tense,” Gojo said with a hint of a teasing tone. “Has no one ever touched you like this before?”

“People have — I mean, I’ve done stuff before, it’s just . . .”

When you failed to finish your sentence, Gojo took it upon himself to finish it for you.

“It’s just that no one’s ever made you feel good before,” his sly grin only grew. “Right?”

“I-” you stammered, “that’s none of your business.”

“Lay down.”

“Why?” You asked, your curiosity at its peak.

“I wanna eat you out, sweet girl. Now lay down.” Gojo’s hands moved from your ass to your hips, and he lifted you off of his lap and laid you down next to him.

He then flipped over on top of you, giving you another kiss — a little, quick one — before he started to impatiently unbutton your pants.

“What kinda best friend would I be if I just let you keep living your life without having had a proper orgasm?” He said, shrugging off your bottoms. “Told you not to waste any time with all those shitty guys. You should’ve been with me from the start.”

“Yeah, yeah,” rolling your eyes, you sat up on your elbows, looking down at the sorcerer between your thighs, who slowly pulled down your underwear and held your legs open. “You’re not the first guy who has said a bunch of hot things to me, but then failed to deliver-”

You were interrupted by your own unexpected gasp, as it was elicited from your throat thanks to Gojo’s skillful tongue, which had swiped right across your clit.

He was such a tease; that tongue of his could work wonders. And it did. He flicked at your clit rapidly, and during every quick stroke, his eyes never glanced away from your face.

You started to squirm, but he held onto your thighs, convinced that absolutely nothing in this world could make him want to stop eating your pussy. Not when it tasted so undeniably good.

“Had no idea this pretty pussy was so damn delicious,” he pulled away, mumbling against your wet folds. “Should’ve done this a long time ago, baby.”

When he dived back into your pussy, he licked and sucked, sucked and licked. Good god, you tasted amazing. So, so amazing. He couldn’t help but moan as he made a mess of your pussy; your juices and his spit decorating his face.

“Oh my god, Satoru,” you moaned, “I’m close-”

Once again, your words were cut off by your own uncontrollable moans. That sweet orgasm was brewing right in the pit of your stomach.

You expected him to pull away once you warned him about your approaching orgasm, but he didn’t. Instead, he pressed his calloused fingertips into your plush thighs even harder, and he ate your pussy as messily as possible. Licked at it more rapidly. Sucked on your clit more hungrily.

“Cum in my mouth,” he moaned out in between licks. “Don’t hold back; I want it all. Cum in my mouth right now.”

“Gojo!” You called out. Last warning.

Instead of pulling away, he reached forward, grabbing ahold of your soft tits. With his fingers, he flicked at your hard nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt.

And with that, you arched your back off of the hard ground, moaning his name over and over again like a sinner praying for forgiveness.

Gojo lapped up your juices as if he was dying of thirst. He’ll be damned if he missed even a single drop of it.

“Damn it,” he said as he detached his lips from your swollen clit. “I wanna eat you out over and over again, but I gotta fuck you. I just gotta know what it’s like to be inside of you.”

Gojo sat up on his knees. He unbuttoned his pants. When he pulled them down, along with his boxers, his hard dick flung out.

You couldn’t help but stare at the mesmerizing large dick. The tip of it was red and swollen, precum dripping from his aching hole. Two long, thick veins ran along his member.

“You’re so big,” you stated, darting your eyes between his hard cock and handsome face.

“It’s okay,” Positioning himself in between your legs, he said, “I’ll make it fit, baby.”

When he pressed the tip of his dick against your awaiting hole, it felt like he was stepping through the gates of heaven.

One hand was placed next to your head, holding himself up, while his other hand gripped your hip.

His dick slid inside of your soaking wet pussy as if it belonged there; pieces of a puzzle coming together. The sinful moan that fell from between his lips was beautiful.

He couldn’t help it.

Not when your pussy was so tight, wet, and warm.

“Hmm, hey baby?” Gojo whispered, his warm breath patting against your ear, soft white hair tickling the side of your face. “You called me Gojo instead of Satoru earlier when I was eating your pussy. I want you to moan it again for me, over and over again. Can you do that?”

You nodded eagerly.

“Such a sweet girl,” he gave the shell of your ear a quick little lick. “So, so sweet.”

He didn’t wait too long to start thrusting in and out of you once your pussy had adjusted to his size. He simply couldn’t. Not when you felt so utterly amazing.

With his lips still close to your ear as he fucked you, the chatty man whispered all sorts of dirty things. And it only made you moan even louder.

“I could fuck you just like this forever. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He grunted, slamming himself inside of you at a quicker pace. “Sorry if I’m being too rough. I can’t help it, baby. Your pussy’s driving me crazy, just like I knew it would. I knew my best friend would feel this good. Who else other than me would know what to do with a pussy like this? Hm?”

“Gojo,” you called out, gripping his shoulders for dear life. “Gojo, I can’t- I’m gonna cum again!”

“Already?” He smirked, pulling away from your ear, his face only a few inches away from yours. “Gonna cum all over my dick? Make a mess?”

You didn’t respond — you couldn’t respond — not when he rhythmically fucked you like a doll, the tip of his dick reaching all the right spots inside of you.

“Shit,” Gojo suddenly groaned. “Think I’m gonna cum too, baby. I can’t hold it . . . Can’t fucking hold it much longer. I’m gonna fill you up. Stuff that pretty pussy with my cum. No one else will get to.”

“Please do it,” you stammered out with a whine, struggling to speak from the way your body was being pounded into. “P-Please!”

Suddenly, Gojo felt your pussy tighten around his cock. A wave of pure bliss washed over you, making your toes curl as you moaned his name in broken syllables.

The prettiest tears started to fall from your eyes. Gojo kissed them away.

His own orgasm was approaching quickly, building up in his lower stomach, dick, balls, and even his thighs.

“I’m so close — I’m right there, baby. I’m right there. Shit — I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum right inside of you, baby — there’s so much of it. I’m cumming-”

Feeling your cum coat his cock as your pussy milked him pushed him right over the edge. He moaned so loudly, it would have been entirely unsurprising if someone could have heard it from outside of the box.

He shot ropes upon ropes of warm, thick, pearly cum inside of you. His dick throbbed with every pulse, spilling every last drop of his semen into your stuffed hole.

“Baby,” Gojo whined lowly, attempting to catch his breath. “I didn’t think I’d ever stop cumming. You drive me crazy.”

“Can we go again?” Looking into his eyes with a pleading glance, you said, “I need more, Gojo, make me cum again. Please?”

“Did I just turn my best friend into my little slut?” Smirking, Gojo leaned down, kissing your lips once again. It was his favorite thing to do. “I’ll make you cum as many times as you want, sweetheart. We might be here for a while, so why not?”

Suddenly, Gojo lifted you, switching your positions until you were sitting right on top of him, his dick still inside of you.

“The prison realm doesn’t seem so bad anymore,” you grinned.

Gripping your hips, Gojo’s eyes scanned over your beautiful body, admiring the perfect view as you started to ride him.

Perhaps, he would have to thank Kenjaku someday.

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[wcnderlnds]

trust me | cho sang-woo

・❥・ summary: sangwoo will always protect you no matter where you are. ・❥・word count: 1.1k ・❥・warnings: nothing, really! usual squid game stuff. ・❥・ authors note: this is for @mysatnin (i'm sorry its weeks late!) <3 its my first time writing sangwoo and its been a bit since ive seen S1 so go easy on me.

No, this couldn’t be happening. 

There was no way you were in this awful place. His mind had been so preoccupied during the first game that he hadn’t even noticed you until now. There you were, sitting cross legged on one of the bunks, eyes red and puffy from crying at the bloodbath you’d just witnessed. Sangwoo’s heart clenched in his chest as he looked at you. Growing up, it had always been you, him and Gihun but anyone with eyes could see that he had a soft spot for you. There was nobody else that would go out of their way to make sure you were okay or included in everything the three of you did together. As the years passed, that soft spot had grown into something more. Feelings were never Sangwoo’s strong point so the idea of telling you how he felt had never truly crossed his mind. Those feelings were his to bear. Speaking them out loud would make them real, the very high possibility of losing you the deciding factor in never telling you. 

You shouldn’t be here. This was the last place someone as delicate and pure as you should be. Curiosity got the best of him as his feet carried him towards you. It had been almost two years since he’d seen you. Sangwoo had been busy with his own life and so had you. The occasional text message had been shared between you but that was it. Adult life meant that keeping in touch with childhood friends became harder but if a text was all he could get then he’d take it. That was better than the alternative of not having you in his life at all.

“What are you doing here?” He couldn’t help the stern tone as he finally came face to face with you after all this time. His features unmoving besides the furrow of his brows — he was never one to give too much away.

At the sound of the familiar voice, your head lifted up from your knees where you’d been resting it. “Sangwoo?”

“Answer my question. What are you doing here?” His hand gripped the pole of the bed, knuckles turning white at how tight he was gripping it. He had to keep his emotions under control.

“I…I need the money. I didn’t know…. I didn’t know it would be this,” your voice wavered as flashbacks of all the people getting shot just mere moments ago played in your head.

“None of us did,” he sighed. “Gihun is here, too.”

“What?!” Panic stricken, you stood up from your bed, standing in front of Sangwoo. “Is he okay? Did he make it? Are you okay?”

He reached out to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. Truthfully, his heart was screaming at him to pull you into his arms but that would make him look weak in front of everyone. He couldn’t have that so a small, gentle touch would have to be enough. “He made it. He’s fine, I’m fine. But, you? You’re not. You’ve been crying.”

“So many people got killed, Sangwoo. That…. could have been me. Or you.”

“But, it wasn’t. Look, I can't have anything happen to you in here. Stick by me. At all times. You hear me?”

The determination in his eyes laced with something more — something familiar that you’d seen time and time again but couldn’t quite place — made you nod your head without hesitation. There was nobody in the world you trusted more than Sangwoo. Maybe he was an acquired taste for most people but to you he was the man that always looked out for you above all else. With him, you would always be safe.

—————

After that first game, Sangwoo had decided that the only person he was going to look out for was himself. No offence to Gihun but he needed that money, so much so that he was willing to do anything to get it. That had changed the second he’d seen you. Forget himself, you were the one who needed protecting. Since you were kids there had been this urge to look out for you, to protect you and even now as an adult it was still there. You were his biggest weakness. He saw you and he was like a different version of himself. Someone who wanted to be good enough to be the man you deserved. 

Your delicate fingers had wrapped around his arm as you climbed the stairs to the next game. Sangwoo being the genius that he was had figured out the next game. You could see the wheels turning in his head but knew better than to talk to him when he was lost in thought.  He was proved correct when you walked into the room and four shapes were visible on the wall: triangle, circle, umbrella and star. He tugged at your wrist pulling you off to the side away from prying eyes. “I know what the game is,” he whispered, looking around to make sure nobody heard him. “It’s Dalgona. The game we played when we were kids.”

Your eyes widened. “Dalgona? Oh God.”

“It’ll be fine, okay? We pick triangle — it’s the easiest one,” his hand still had hold of you, his heart pounding in his chest at the slightest touch.

“We need to tell Gihun!”

But as you walked to go tell your other friend, Sangwoo pulled you back with a fierce shake of his head. “No! Just me and you, okay? Don’t tell anyone else. The more people that stay alive, the harder it’s going to be to make it through these games. Gihun will be okay. Trust me.”

Eyes met his, the electricity between the two of you crackling. It had always been there, lingering in wait for the perfect moment to release. Maybe now wasn’t that time but soon. You could feel it, he could too. Your hand slid into his, the sweatiness of his palm not bothering you one single bit. “Okay, I trust you. I always trust you.”

Sangwoo let out a sigh of relief he didn’t realise he’d been holding. “Thank you. I… I just can’t let anything happen to you. If anything ever did I….”

“Hey, it won’t, okay? We’ll get through this together. Me and you,” your words hit him more than he’d like to admit, the reassuring squeeze of your hand doing nothing to quell the pounding in his chest.

There was no doubt in his mind that you were going to make it through these games. He’d make sure of it even if it was the last thing he did.

[andreafmn]

Kinktober ⛓️ Day 3

Word Count: 2.5K Paring:  Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader Prompt @kinktober2023: Hate Sex WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI),  p-in-v sex, foul language, reader is technically underage

Summary: There is no one that (Y/N) despises more than Philip Gallagher, but having his brother as her best friend forces them in close proximity more than they would like. Or maybe they do?

A/N: This is set some time during season 3 so Lip is around 18 and reader would be 17 since she's contemporary with Ian's age, so do with that what you will.

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“Yo, Ian,” Lip’s voice rang through the house. “Your girlfriend’s here!”

“Oh, fuck off, Lip,” (Y/N) said as she bumped past him into the Gallagher home. “I know you wish I was here to see you, but I don’t do charity work on Tuesdays.” 

“Fuck you, (Y/L/N). You’d be lucky if I was the one you were studying with.” 

“Of course, the genius Philip Gallagher that doesn’t even want to go to college,” she snickered, stopping at the rest on the stairs. “I’ll take my chances with my own brain. Thanks.”  

“You’ll regret helping Ian with math,” he called as he walked to the front door. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

With an exasperated scoff, (Y/N) walked up the rest of the stairs, clutching her backpack tighter than she should have. She didn’t understand why she and the older Gallagher son didn’t get along. She had a wonderful relationship with everyone else in the family –even Frank was courteous enough with her– but something never clicked with Lip. Every time they were in close proximity, they would bicker and fight until someone else got in the way. It made it especially difficult when (Y/N) came over to spend time with Ian. 

She would never say she hated Lip. But the sentiment was close enough that others would notice. Between the terrible side-eyes and the snide comments, being around the two could easily become suffocating. Granted, everyone but them knew what was truly happening. They had met their match in each other but were too stubborn to admit it. 

“You ran into Lip, didn’t you?” Ian chuckled as his friend walked into his room. “It’s all over your face.” 

“Unfortunately, I did,” she sighed, plopping down next to him on the floor. “But he seemed to be going somewhere, so I didn’t have to talk to him for much.” 

“Just long enough to make sure you got annoyed. Perfect mood to study Geometry with you.” 

“Fuck you, I’m always a delight.” 

“Sure. Until you spend a second with Lip, and then everything goes to shit.” 

“Shut up, Ian,” she said, rolling her eyes. “If you want me to help you study, you’ll stop talking about your despicable brother, Phillip.” 

Hours passed between textbooks and worksheets, notebooks and loose papers, and somehow the bright afternoon sun had shifted into night. Ian had already gone to bed, tired from a long day of shapes and mathematical equations. Almost everyone in the house had done the same, tucked into bed early, which was a luxury for anyone on the South Side. 

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was still wide awake, taking advantage of the tiredness of the family to use up what was left of the hot water. She could have gone home, to her packed house and probably cold water, but she found comfort staying with the Gallaghers. The family was a melting pot of chaos, there were more fights than a WWE ring, and every single day brought a different kind of adventure. Her house had all of that, except the real warmth of a family. And being there made her feel like she was a part of something. 

The water ran across her skin, soothing the tight muscles that stiffened her body. The smell of soap filled her nose as she lathered herself, and she was glad that the bar seemed new still. They were small luxuries that she was grateful she could partake in every once in a while. And in the quiet of the night, it was almost peaceful.

Until a sound that did not fit into her spa-like scenario filled the air. From behind the curtain, she could hear a strong stream of liquid falling into the toilet. But she knew she had locked the door —not that it would have worked in that house anyway. 

She moved the curtain slightly to reveal Lip standing in front of the toilet. “What the fuck are you doing?” (Y/N) exclaimed, making sure her body was covered. “Can’t you see I’m using the bathroom?” 

“You’re in the shower. Toilet was up for grabs.” 

“Why couldn’t you have gone downstairs?” 

“Because I was already upstairs,” he shrugged, shaking his cock above the toilet as he finished. “Stop gawking, (Y/N). I know it’s impressive, but staring is kind of rude.” 

“Fuck you, Lip. I’ve seen better,” she said, closing the curtain to conceal the way her skin was flushing. “I’ve definitely been with better.” 

“Keep telling yourself that,” he snickered, turning on the sink. “But we both know the guys you’ve fucked are not exactly Adonises.”

“You’re such an asshole, Lip,” she scoffed. “If you’re gonna be here, at least pass me my towel.”

“Why should I? You can just step out.” 

“You’re not seeing me naked, Lip.” 

“It’s only fair,” he chuckled. “You saw mine, I get to see yours.” 

“Stop being a perv, Lip. I’m not one of those chicks you fuck for fun. I actually have standards.” 

“Right, and they’re so high, right?”

“They are.” 

“Is that why you fucked Billy Spencer two months ago or lost your v-card with Jesse Suarez in his car? Yeah, those standards are skyscraping high.” 

In a fit of rage, (Y/N) ripped the curtain open and sauntered out of the tub, getting as close to Lip as possible. “You don’t get to fucking judge my decisions, Philip,” she spat, jabbing her index finger against his chest. “Who I sleep with or don’t sleep with is none of your business. And you sure as hell are one to talk. Your list is not the most pristine, either. Starting with Karen, for example.”

“Don’t you fucking talk about her,” he said through gritted teeth, pushing back on her as she had. “You don’t talk about her.” 

“What? You can dish it out but can’t fucking take it, huh?”

“I can take whatever you fucking throw at me, (Y/N). I ain’t scared of you.” 

“Maybe you should be,” she continued. There was almost no space between them. She had him pressed against the wall, their noses almost touching as they heaved in anger. “There is no one else that can put you in your place like I can, and you know it.” 

“I don’t need you to put me in my place.”

“Are you sure?”

“You’re so fucking infuriating!” 

“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?” 

Lip’s next move was a surprise to her. She was expecting him to keep yelling or stomp out of the bathroom. Instead, he placed a hand on either side of her face and crashed his lips onto hers. He was all kinds of rough and forceful, clashing teeth and lips together without any care. But somehow, (Y/N) found herself kissing back just as roughly, grabbing onto the lapel of his jacket. 

But it wasn’t until she felt the roughness of his hands on the skin of her back that she realized she had jumped out of the shower, naked and still dripping with water. She jumped away from Lip as though his touch was fire and scrambled for her towel, trying her best to cover her body from him.

“Why are you covering yourself now?” he laughed. “I already saw everything, (Y/N).”

“Fuck you, Philip.”

“I was gonna let you,” he grinned. “But it looks like you got performance anxiety. Maybe you’re not as good as guys say.” 

“Not that it’s any of your concern, but I’m great in bed,” she argued. “But I would rather do it with someone I actually like.”

“It’s just sex, (Y/N),” he countered. “This is not to fall in love.” 

(Y/N) kept quiet for a beat, thinking over the boy’s request. His reputation for being a good lay preceded him, and she would have been lying if she said she had never thought about it. But the fact that his personality was almost revolting made her wonder if it was worth it. 

“God, you’re so fucking infuriating,” she said before doing the same thing he had done. “This means nothing. You’re just convenient.”

“Right,” he chuckled against her mouth. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“Oh, shut up already.” 

“Make me.” 

Her lips did all the answering, molding to his mouth perfectly, their tongues dancing together in perfect symphony. If she had believed in fate and the alignment of the universe, she would have deluded herself into thinking that they were meant to be. 

Lip’s clothes were rough against her unclothed skin, the zippers and the fabrics scratching at her body and rubbing the most sensitive parts of her body that were exposed. Warmth pooled between her legs with the kiss alone, and her body’s reaction scared her. It was almost instantaneous, and it had been the first time it had happened. 

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one that’s naked,” she said breathlessly.

“Do you ever stop fucking talking?” 

“Not when my mouth’s unoccupied,” she snickered. “And I have a lot to say.”  

“You’re too fucking much,” he grumbled as he took off layer after layer of clothing, letting them fall to the floor. “Now come here.”

He kissed her roughly again, pressing his chest as close to her body as he could, his hands snaking to the small of her back. As their mouth moved in synch, they walked backward until her back was pressed against the wall, the coldness making her skin erupt in goosebumps. But his hands were enough to build a fire inside her. The way they mapped every inch of her body and worked in tandem with his mouth to find her most sensitive spots. 

Lip nipped at her jaw and her neck, traveling down to her collarbone as his hands tweaked the hardened peaks of her breasts. Somehow, he was able to annoy her within an inch of raging ire and could bring her to the brink of orgasm with just his mouth and hands. 

In a swift move, Lip turned (Y/N), bending her against the wall as he pulled the zipper of his pants down. The clothes pooled at his ankles as he held his cock and lined himself up with her wetness, running the head across her fold and teasing her clit. 

“For someone that is just doing this out of convenience, you’re really wet,” he chuckled darkly. “Have you been dreaming about this?” 

“I could ask the same of you, Philip,” she retorted. “Because for someone that doesn’t really care, you’re really fucking hard.” 

“I’m only just a man, (Y/N).” 

“How about you shut up and prove it already, then? Maybe…” 

(Y/N)’s words died in her throat as she felt him sink into her completely, stretching her walls like no one had done before. He took the air out of her lungs, a moan getting strangled in her throat at the suddenness. 

Lip didn’t move instantly, allowing her body to get used to the size. At least, that was what he would have said if she had asked. Truthfully, being inside her was the most overwhelming experience he had ever had. He needed a moment to compose himself before he busted too early. The last thing he needed was for (Y/N) to have more ammo against him. He enjoyed their bickering reparté, but he had quite the reputation when it came to sex, and he wouldn’t let her ruin it. Even if his body was trying to betray him. 

Once he felt he could control himself, he started moving hips, quickly setting a pace that had (Y/N) letting out a string of moans that he wanted to listen to for the rest of his life. Her hands gripped the towel bar before her, her knuckles turning white from the tightness. She met his every move, pushing against him as he pummeled into her. 

“Harder,” she meweled. “Fuck me harder, Philip.” 

Lip did exactly as told. Skin met skin at a rapid pace, filling the otherwise quiet room with pants, moans, and slaps. Even her using his full name did not put a damper on his mood, rather loved the way it sounded in her mouth. And for the first time, it didn’t sound like she was saying it with  hate. At least, not completely. 

He snaked his hand around her body, his hand finding the mound of her clit and pressing two fingers on it. They circled and rolled the bud, making her walls clench around him as he pistoned into her. He knew both of them were reaching their end. The tightening of her cunt and the tightening of his balls told him enough.

“Fuck, don’t stop, Lip. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” 

“I wasn’t planning to.” 

And he didn’t. He kept thrusting until (Y/N) let out a pleasurable yell that had him covering her mouth. As he did, she bit down on his skin unconsciously, making him moan and awakening something in him he didn’t know was dormant. It brought him right to the brink of his end, and it took everything in him to leave her warmth and explode all over her ass. 

His body slumped over hers, absentmindedly kissing the skin of her shoulder as they both came down from their orgasm. They felt comfortable in their silence, their pants synching and their bodies melting against each other. If they could have, they would have fallen asleep in that very position. 

But a knock on the door startled them apart.

“Yo, I need the bathroom,” Carl called from the other side of the door. “I’ve gotta piss real bad.” 

“Can you go downstairs, Carl?” (Y/N) asked. “I’m just finishing up in the shower.” 

“Ugh, fine! Just hurry up. There’s more people in this house, you know?” 

“Yeah, sorry!” 

After wiping themselves down, Lip and (Y/N) started getting dressed, neither meeting each other’s gaze. “We don’t speak about this to anyone,” she finally said. “Especially not Ian. And this can’t happen ever again.” 

“Sure,” he mumbled. “Whatever you say.” 

“I’m serious, Philip,” she pleaded, placing a hand on his chest to get his attention. “If Ian finds out, I’ll never hear the end of it.” 

“I won’t say anything,” he laughed, looking at her in a way he never had before. “But I wouldn’t mind if this happened again.” 

“Are you serious?” 

“What? The rumors are true. You are a good lay.” 

“You’re not too bad yourself, Mr. Gallagher,” she grinned before stopping at the door to exit first. “But I don’t think this will happen again.” 

“Keep telling yourself that, (Y/N).” 

“Fuck off, Philip,” she whispered from the end of the hall before disappearing into the boys’ bedroom, leaving Lip to think of just how he could make this a repeat situation.

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The Last Time | J.WY final

genre: exes to lovers, alluded soulmates, hurt/comfort, suggestive, fluff. part iii/final part of my drabble series, i give my first love to you. this is wooyoung's ending.

͙͘͡★ pairings: first love/ex wooyoung x first love/ex reader

͙͘͡★ wc: 2.9k

͙͘͡★ summary: this was the last time wooyoung was halfway to loving you.

͙͘͡★ or a mini drabble series beginning with an unsent love letter. I crafted two endings for the first drabble and to provide some vague insight for the characters relationships— but one of the endings is based in an alternate universe. You, dearest reader, are free to choose who to love and what universe is entirely yours—and what love almost was.

inspired by taylor swift’s and gary lightbody’s song—the last time. you should definitely listen to this during or before reading!

<pt.i the unsent letter [i give my first love to you] <pt.ii san's ending: [green light]

͙͘͡★ < currently reading: [the last time, final]

Wooyoung doesn’t know why he’s here at the bar you work at. Ever since he’d last saw you at a cafe in some handsome guys arms, things have steadily gone downhill. 

Mina knew about you.

Of course, she did– Wooyoung wouldn’t be Wooyoung if he’d never known you. She’s heard your name in passing and knew the look he’d wear on his face whenever you came to mind, which was regrettably more often than not. She fell in love with Wooyoung knowing that you’d been the one to build him into the man she held in her arms. You were a steady apparition haunting his dreams again like clockwork and he’s back here seemingly at step one. As forgiving as Mina was, he hit her boiling point when he slurred your name out accidentally at a bar with all of his friends–safe to say everyone’s face had gone three shades lighter, paling at his sudden crime. Everyone knew the phantom truth attached to your name, if they’d truly knew Wooyoung, then they knew about you. Though it’s been years since Wooyoung’s uttered your name out loud, somehow you were still in every room he’s walked into since the day you closed your door on him.

Mina screamed at him the moment they unlocked the door to her apartment and all he could do was hang his head in apology. The moment he saw her typically gentle features crease into a permanent hurt, he knew there was no verbal apology sincere enough to say for her sake. If he apologized, it would only sound like he was trying to appease his own guilt. She saw it right then in his eyes, all of the unresolved heartache and a cruel dawning washed down on her. 

She could only stay with him if she could live with the fact that he would always be halfway to loving her, never stepping a foot forward beyond that point, head turning 180 degrees behind him. And she couldn’t. Not when the last of her patience and hope washed itself down the drain tonight. The last sentence she uttered to him, which she did with all the strength she had to steel herself into pushing through with it was “–go, go and figure it out, but please don’t come back.”

It’s not that Wooyoung didn’t love her. He just couldn’t love her in a way that’d ease her worries. With a shaky breath Wooyoung stepped back, his dark bangs obscuring his vision, and a lump forming in his throat at the hurt he knew he’d feel in her absence, too. 

“Mina, I’m just sorry that it couldn’t only be you.”

He couldn’t tell her loved her because it wouldn’t be fair to her if he did. But Wooyoung did love her. Just not enough to forget you—but he didn’t think he’d ever be able to love anyone enough to do that.

He turned and shut the door behind him for the very last time, picking up his pace, and hoped that you still worked at that old bar. Mina slides her back down the door, fumbling to pick up the pieces of her broken heart, still wishing him luck with the last of her love.

On his way to you, Wooyoung prayed that someone would love her well—that someone would love her even when they’d try their best to move forward, only to fail and march their way back to her. Wooyoung believed in the vastness of the universe, knowing that it wasn’t hard to love Mina in the slightest, and prayed to the best of his ability on his way back to you that all of the love in the universe would find itself at Mina’s door. He knew where his love had to be tonight and it was either a fifteen minute walk or a seven minute run. His choice was obvious in his emotional desperation.

As his lungs caved and ballooned inside of him, aching from the coolness of winter– he hoped he’d be greeted by the sight of your unintentionally warm eyes that’d make up for the fact that he’s running outside in the sharpest bite of winter. 

It was a sudden memory of the shake of your laugh that gave him the strength to push the pumping of his legs a little harder, as he turned the corners of the blocks leading up to the bar he’d met you in one fateful night. Strangers watched him, aghast and alarmed at the strangeness of his creasing face, pained and cursing himself for his recent lack of cardio.

He couldn’t blame them. There’s a man running wild and they wondered if he was running from something or to something. Nonetheless, he found no shame in running like a fool to wherever you might be. You’d call him dramatic, but he’d run cross country, take a boat (despite the fact that he had a horrid case of motion sickness), and skydive just to arrive at your mapping points. 

It was alright if he left with nothing but closure– he could at least end the night with a glimpse of your familiar face. If he was lucky, he’d be blessed to see your laughter, even if he wasn’t the one to cause it and see how time has touched you in detail in the last three years. 

“Ah, fuck. God, I hope she’s there.” He wheezes out on the brink of taking a break, slowing down a bit before he passes by your favorite food stall and the scent wafts in another bit of nostalgia that crushes him. He remembered the first time he kissed you right there under that streetlamp— the one hovering over the food cart like a little angel after talking on the bench nearby for a couple of hours without realizing how’d the time gone by. It was long after the owners left with the plastic covering crinkling in the wind, similar to the way your eyes curled upwards after he’d finally let go of you. That was the first time he’d ever saw you smile without reservation; without the pretense of a false coldness you’d only wore for protection. 

Wooyoung doesn’t take the break. He doesn’t know what he’ll say to you once he gets there, but this is the last time he’ll allow himself to love you out loud, reprimanding himself for trying to push the thought of you behind him after all of this time. Maybe Mina would’ve been spared the heartbreak if he’d just confronted the truth of it all: that all of the dreams he had after meeting you transformed so they could accommodate your shape and presence. None of it mattered if you weren’t there. 

The things he’d give just to see your silhouette, he thinks to himself. 

When he finally makes it, Wooyoung takes a second to gather himself by holding a palm against the wooden beam near the entrance, inhaling, exhaling. A song plays from the bars outside speakers, simultaneously calming and igniting him.

‘Find myself at your door, just like all those times before, I’m not sure how I got there. All the roads, they lead me here. I imagine you are home, in your room, all alone, and you open your eyes into mine and everything feels better’

Wooyoung steels himself, ruffling his hair anxiously as he takes a slow step towards the door. This is the final stretch and he’s somehow walking past the boundary he feared and yearned to move towards the most. The tune carries on

‘No past, no reasons why–just you and me. This is the last time I’m asking you this, put my name at the top of your list. This is the last time I’m asking you why, you break my heart in a blink of an eye.’

He walks in and is instantly floored, body instinctually brightening at the sight of you, heart suddenly clicking back into place in a way that had him grabbing at the fabric above it. 

As if sensing him, you lift your head as you wiped down the bar– there’s a humdrum of people milling around, but everything goes radio silent, muting every conversation attempting to barge into this sacred moment. You’re immediately reminded of the first time you’d met the man himself. 

You felt yourself waver. Of all nights, he had to come after the second to worst break up of your entire life. You called it quits- couldn’t watch San stifle himself every time you saw something that reminded you of Wooyoung. He said he understood that it’d take time but you couldn’t watch him endure for the sake of keeping you both afloat, and you couldn’t ease the anxiety that weighed on you for not telling him you loved him all of this time– because you did love San, but you needed to tell him when you were ready for him to be the only person accommodating your heart, and you didn’t know how long that would take and if it’d be worth it for him in the end.

You prayed you’d never meet Wooyung again.

You also prayed every day that you’d see him again, a lot more frequently than you’d care to admit.

Even if it gutted you.

Both options would pain you either way. 

His hair had grown; his features sharpened with time. You’d left him partially a boy and he’d returned to your doorstep as a man. When did that happen? How much have you missed?

In the background, the lyrics of a song resonate and you would laugh at the parallels if you’re heart wasn’t suddenly in your palms, ready to return to its rightful owner at the mere sight of him. 

��This is the last time you tell me I’ve got it wrong. This is the last time I say it’s been you all along. This is the last time I’ll let you in my door–this is the last time, I won’t hurt you anymore’

Time stops for a moment, and you stand completely still, taking the other in. Wooyoung’s the first to move forward, sliding onto a bar stool for a moment, stuttering a familiar line out shyly. 

“W-what’s in a Gin and Tonic?” You stare at him for a couple of beats and a loud laugh leaves your body before you even realize it.

These were the lines that signaled Wooyoung’s first arrival into your life– the first words you’d ever heard fall from Wooyoung’s lips the night you’d both met. 

Your eyes gleam like starlight for the first time in the last three years, a comet crash landing back into your orbit, suddenly falling into place before replying.

“Well, Gin for starters… and Tonic. That’s it.” You reply dryly, mimicking the cadence your younger self wore before Wooyoung softened you. These were your first words to him and it’s almost jarring that they’re leaving your older bodies. Time has flown but  Wooyoung’s pull on you has only intensified. As he sat there under the dim lamp light, eyes beholding you with equal amounts of silent hope and fear, you’d come to the sudden understanding that you still adored him as much as you did the day you had to leave him.

“Maybe you’re asking about the lime wedge?” A grin breaks open the citrus of his face, the sun shining through the cracks of his smile, and you didn’t realize how long it’d been since you’d last felt like you could breathe. A shaky laugh filled with unadulterated joy shuffles itself out of his body, thick dollops of tears falling onto your bar. He breathes heavily into his smile, gazing at you with unrestrained wonder, and you question how you’d lived the last few years without those pair of eyes on you.  You find yourself breaking through the layers of the last three years, following suit.

Wooyoung finally caves to the present. “I’ve missed you, you know?” He starts with.

“I… tried seeing someone new. Halfway to loving her, scared of the final stretch because it’d take me further away from you– from us.” Your body fills with a cold heat, in disbelief that the very words you’d written were falling from his mouth when you could’ve sworn the letter was still in your drawer, resting under the graveyard of Wooyoung’s shirts you still haven’t been able to put out.

“You know, I think you’re my soulmate. No– I know you are. The more I allow myself to look back on it, on the love we had?” He laughs for a second, wistfully. “ —It’s like you were already there inside of me waiting for the day we’d meet so it could click back into place. Since the day you left, I’ve been a husk of the man I was. You made me better, we were better. When I saw you in some sharp, dark, and handsome man's arms, I thought I could walk away after giving my first love to him– but I can’t. I can’t walk the final stretch towards someone else if you’re there on the other side.” 

His hands clutch and scratch at the wood of the bar. You’re leaning your arms against it, peering closely at him, still taking him in, already knowing what you’re going to say but still wanting to hear his voice say these things so clearly. 

“I know we were cowards– we were too young, maybe. Intimidated by our playing at adulthood, figuring out credit scores, taxes, rent payments, and shared grocery lists– I really missed grocery shopping with you, by the way.” He sniffles as he randomly interjects with the fact, wiping at his nose and you find yourself guffawing again. 

His eyes flick up to you, finally hearing that laugh– the one he’d ran all this way just to hear, because he was scared that the memory would leave him forever if he didn’t, and needed a desperate reminder that it was real. A reminder that there existed a time when you’d loved and laughed together, even if he were to hear it from the back of the bar. ‘We were here’ His heart reminds as he continued

“You know—I loved you in this bar, near that old food cart, in your purple room, and our lived-in shared apartment, and even if I haven’t been with you for the last three years– I have loved you in every room, place, and city I’ve been in since. You were always there. You’re still there, still here. I’m scared out of my mind, but I’ll always run to you even if it makes me look like a fool.  I came tonight not knowing what to say but here I am, because I still love you, and I needed to know if you’re alright and happy with someone else so I could finally walk away and accept that I might not end up with my soulmate in this universe. This is the last time I’ll try and power through. I won’t bother you again and I’m sorry if I already have in the process of being here. “ 

You drink in his words, not knowing where to start. Opting to grab his wrist and pull him down the back hallway and near the emergency exit. The flickering lights remind you of all the times you’d searched for his neon form in crowds, and you leaned your head against the flat of his chest. 

Your palms find their way to the same spot, gliding upwards and passed his neck, noting the way he shivered as goosebumps raised on his skin. His body still remembered you– he remembered you and you both finally realized that there was no unwriting any of this. 

You tuck him closer to you, cupping his cheeks in your hands as you rest your forehead on his. 

And then you kiss him for the first time all over again. It’s unforgiving at first, like you’re reprimanding the both of you for waiting so long. You kissed him instead of saying “I’m sorry for being a coward and I always remember you. I never once forgot.” A sudden bravery pulses through your body demanding that you hold him this time instead of watching him kneel on the ground in front of you. 

You cave to the shaking of your body, almost tasting the familiar summer fair lemonade on his tongue. All your days of sun with Wooyoung, of childlike innocence thumb through you like pages, and you suddenly reunite with the girlhood you left behind to his care. He curls into you, locking his body into yours as he grasps your hands on his cheeks, tongue in mouth, equal amounts of innocent craving that simultaneously border on the hostility of years' worth of desire. Your back hits the wall as he pushes you with a fervor he would’ve been too scared to introduce when you were younger, holding your hands tighter to his face, and sliding them down to grip your wrists. 

The red light dances on your body like a warning sign and you have to remember the one thing you’d wanted to say, pushing his body away with slightly heavy breaths.

He gazes at you with a certain darkness you’d never seen him wear before, lips bitten raw, bearing the color of blackberries. Only a fragment of his boyishness glimmered at the bar, but you suddenly feel a prick of grief at all the time lost– at all the things you didn’t see happen for yourself.

You grab at his hand again and hold it to your chest. “Wooyoung, this is the last time.” His eyes widen with momentary heartbreak before you continue “ –I won’t give my first love to anyone else. This is the last time I’m letting us back in and there’s no letting you go.”

A sudden emotion fills you, like divine timing was relieved that you’d met it halfway. Wooyoung leans his head against yours with a slow and relieved nod. 

A laugh leaves you as a sudden thought interrupts the moment.

“What’s so funny, huh?” He utters, thinking you were being a bully and making fun of his puffy eyes that started to look like someone punched him in the face hard enough to leave a swell.

He swears your smile could lead him off a ship willingly as you say, “There’s a letter I need to give you.”

In this universe, you meet your soulmate for the last time and never let him go again. 

P.S In this one, you live a life full of adventure never leaving room for a singular ‘what if’. 

After the years went on and the years then became decades in seemingly a flash, you’re both silver haired as you greet death hand in hand– walking the final stretch beyond the boundaries and into another universe where you’ll find each other again and again.

author's note: aaaand that's a wrap! wooyoung's ending was much longer and in depth than san's, but since the series started with a letter to him it was easier to find a semi-satisfactory end point. though the small and brief series is now finished, i might end up writing an extended version of san's ending that actually has a direct reader interaction/memory from his universe with the reader, esp their daily life. wooyoung’s ending definitely gave early 2000’s rom com with the soapy ending and that was the first time i’ve written something like that lololol maybe i’m just a sucker for a reunion/soulmate trope but i also am someone who’s profoundly moved by a chosen love. is it weird that although i like this ending i sort of wish i made it more painful? i’m an emotional masochist.

again, it's up to the reader to decide which ending is in your universe and which ending is the alternate one—who did you guys end up choosing? your soulmate or your chosen, found love? i hope you enjoyed these little drabbles! it was nice to take a quick break from writing my heavier manuscripts/ practice fics. this was sorta fluffy and bittersweet and the writing didn’t demand a lot out of me so i actually adore this series for being kind to my brain｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ feel free to check out my masterlist to see my steadily growing works lol.

[number-onekidqueen]

pls do Sirius x reader to loml but make it not enough time instead of wrong time

𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮

warnings: mentions of prison, death, alcohol, arguments, swearing, semi-cheating, a whole lot of angst.

wc: 8k

a/n: this is a long one, so i hope that makes up for how long this took to publish. i lowkey forgot what happened exactly with sirius, and all the department of mysteries so if it's inaccurate, my apologies.

It was an understatement to say you and Sirius had a history together. 

You'd been in each other's orbit before then, sitting near each other once or twice and sending polite smiles, but everything truly started during fourth year, when the Yule Ball had been announced. Boys in each house began stressing, worrying about how to ask their would-be dates and how they might confess their feelings. 

The marauders were not spared. While Remus had already asked a girl he was in a study group with - and she had accepted, luckily for him - he was overthinking ways it could go wrong and how the night could pan into a disaster.

Peter was a wreck, having ceased the little social contact he’d had with his potential date and attempting to change the subject whenever the topic would surface and she was within earshot.

Even James, at least sure in his choice of Lily as a date was anxious in ensuring the details of his proposal to her would be flawless, anxious to please her and praying she accepted. 

It was worse than exams. Somehow, using natural talent and a bit of cheating, Sirius and James had always managed passing grades or above in most subjects when it came to getting results back after exam season.

But asking a girl out to the Yule Ball? You couldn’t cruise along easily, hoping for the best outcome. Girls were happy to go on all the Hogsmeade dates that they wanted with Sirius and have it be casual, but the second a ball came up, it all became sentimental to them and they wanted it to “mean something”.

And as irking as that was, it led Sirius to question whether he should take someone he actually liked too. 

Which led him to a conundrum. Because when it came down to it, there simply weren’t many options of girls he actually liked, who he could talk to and have fun with. 

Sure, there were a few girls in Slytherin that were acquaintances of his family and that were okay to have a chat to once in a while. But he didn’t want to get sucked into all that pureblood shit. It would be fulfilling his parents wishes if he did something like that, and he would be damned if he did anything remotely close to what they wanted.

And so he was left with two options. 

The first was a Ravenclaw girl he was often paired up with in potions that tolerated his laidback often bordering on lazy attitude towards the subject. But he knew she’d already been asked and accepted, because he’d had to make the potion on his own the last lesson they’d had, as she’d been distracted, passing notes and giggling with a fellow Ravenclaw boy behind them. 

Which left you. Y/N L/N. Friends with Lily, Dorcas, Marlene, Mary, a fair few people. Your friend groups collided often, and he liked that while you enjoyed a laugh, you put James and him in their places when they got too cocky. It took guts to do that, and he respected that.

With the idea becoming more and more appealing, he decided to ask you. 

The proposal was nothing special. He remembered from a conversation he’d overheard between you and Lily about nail polish that you liked burgundy. So he’d conjured three red roses in preparation, and ambled up to you in the library where you were studying, with the flowers thrust out. 

You'd raised an eyebrow as he placed them beside your books, urging him to speak. 

“Look, I know you probably think I’m an idiot. But I like you, and I have no date to the Yule Ball, and I think we could have a lot of fun, so I’d like to ask you to the ball.” He'd proposed.

It was strange. He’d been mostly nonchalant all day leading up to this event, but saying the words left a ball of tension in his throat. He waited with bated breath for your response. For some unknown reason, he knew it would hurt him if you said no.

“Yeah, okay, I’d be happy to come with you.” And you'd smiled at him, just a friendly quirk of the lips, and it made him wonder why he felt jittery afterwards, why he seemed to be in a daze when he left the library after.

The Yule Ball was a success. Sort of.

Remus and his date, Linda, seemed to have a lovely time all night. Peter managed to say a few words to his date every now and then. And Lily had rejected James’ offer, but between both their friend groups, they’d ended up having a single dance together, right towards the end of the night, which James was still rambling about a week and a half later. And as for Sirius, it had been easier than falling asleep to enjoy himself. 

He was stunned at first, when you walked down the stairs with the other girls. All of them looked glamorous and attractive, but it still seemed as if you were the star among stones when you stepped out amongst them. The colour of your gown seemed to bring out different shades in your eyes, and the right tones in your skin, or whatever it was supposed to do. He didn’t really know what it was, couldn't put a finger on what made you look so gorgeous, the only thing he knew is that you did.

And suddenly it was intimidating. With every step of yours closer to him and quiet click of your heels, his mind began to race more, and he felt insecure, worried his hair wasn’t neat enough, that perhaps he’d missed the sneaky patch of bristle under the dip of his jaw-

But you’d smiled and laughed once you approached him, and immediately struck up a conversation. It was like that all night - talking, dancing, drinking, eating. Fun and easy.  

He'd been to so many balls in his life, used to the impressive and dainty decorations, the fine food and all the dramatic events that occurred. It was just another night to him, but he soon discovered that to you it wasn't.

This was your first ball, and you knew nothing of them. And despite hating them for as long as he could remember, there was something fun about seeing the wonder in your eyes as you took everything in, correcting your occasionally awkward dance movements and advising you on what to eat and what not. All these seemingly useless skills he'd acquired could finally be put to use, and help make you happy. And so it was a pleasant night, teaching you everything there was to know about balls, and sharing new experiences.

Until it wasn't. He hadn’t been aware, but the last song of the ball was slow and heartfelt. Out on the dance floor, still laughing together, the pair of you had been caught up in the tune, following the music as you waltzed and swirled and stepped. And as he’d dipped you, he’d felt a spark in his stomach, as if he’d touched a live wire. 

You'd exhaled softly as he gripped the small of your back, and the nervous gesture had cast his eyes onto your lips. Pink, glossed lips. The music seemed to go silent, and all there was were the shared breaths between you as he found himself leaning forward, inch by inch and wanting more, wanting to feel their softness with his own lips. And a rapid glance at your eyes revealed what he felt, a shy but desperate urge to get closer, to explore what hadn't been felt-

The moment had been disrupted when James had bumped into the pair of you, pushing you away from a girl who was hunched over and retching on the floor.

It hit him all at once, when you immediately left his side to hurry over to the poor girl, some Hufflepuff you knew from Herbology. You were good, kind - an amazing girl really. The kind of girl to fearlessly help another girl in need, even if you weren't good friends, even if it was embarrassing. What did he have to offer you? He toyed with girl's feelings, organised pranks on Slytherins and cheated on tests. He wasn't good. He wasn't worthy of you. What in Merlin's name was he doing? No, he couldn't do this.

He walked up to your crouched form beside the Hufflepuff girl, patting you gently on the shoulder, before he walked away, offering a brief goodbye as he headed for his dormitory. 

He knew he’d fucked up the next week. The day after the ball, you’d wanted to talk to him, about what had almost happened, about where the pair of you stood. He could feel it when you glanced over at him in classes, when you quickened to his pace when you spotted him walking around the castle.

He couldn’t bring himself to talk to you. If he even felt the things he felt, which he still wasn't completely sure of, he knew he wasn’t good for you at all. His family, his status, his reputation. Sirius and Black would forever be entwined inevitably, and you detested everything the Blacks stood for. And at his core, he knew he was the exact opposite of you, in all the worst ways. It just wouldn’t work. 

He tried to tell himself that when he dodged your eyes and exclamations to him, and when he avoided you in the corridors between lessons. 

He tried to believe it when he saw your face fall in hurt, saw you and your entire friend group begin to look at him in disdain. 

He tried to reassure himself when he lay in bed awake, long after James had began snoring, and wondered what could’ve been if that chick hadn’t puked her guts out. 

You weren’t good friends after that at all. Your whole relationship seemed to have been tossed into flames. He realised the extent of that, when he casually slid into a seat beside you in Charms a few months later and you up and left immediately. To sit beside a Slytherin.

For the rest of fourth year, your relationship was frosty at best between you both. He tried to be back in your orbit, and you pushed him out, often obviously. It always made him a little upset, even if he rolled his eyes at your passive aggressive antics in public. He'd still wanted to be your friend, even if he knew he couldn't be more than that for your sake.

He was pleased that by the end of seventh year, he at least had a civil relationship with you. You tolerated him, you were polite to him, and sometimes you even let out a short chuckle at his jokes. He loved it when you did. 

It was when you both joined the Order after graduation that he truly began talking to you again and trying to reform the relationship. And it had appeared to be working. 

He was different now, more knowing of himself and his personality than his teen self had been. And he knew now that while he wasn't perfect back then and he certainly wasn't now, you had been worth the risk. You had been worth all the differences between the pair of you and all the changes he would've had to have made. And you still were.

But that was when bloody Craig entered the scene. 

Sirius couldn’t believe of all the blokes out there, you’d chosen to date him. You weren’t just attractive to him, you were seriously beautiful. In his opinion, you probably could’ve dated a prince or Oscar-winning actor with your looks and your personality, and you'd chosen him?!

Craig was… Merlin's beard, where did he even start? He’d been a stuffy Ravenclaw guy in the year above the both of you. And could you believe it, after seven years at Hogwarts and getting cracking marks in most subjects, what did he do with his credentials? He was a muggle television technician or something. Sirius still didn't really understand what he did exactly, but he'd been seriously disappointed when he found out. What?!

What was worst of all was Sirius knew that secretly, you didn’t like him. He’d be invited for Order dinners, and call you sweetie, give you a wet kiss on the cheek, and Sirius would see your eyes twitch, just slightly, your smile tighten. He’d speak of image quality and specific cords, and Sirius would see you roll your lips inward and look away, the way you always did when you were embarrassed or uncomfortable. 

It pissed him off, frankly. If he were dating you, he wouldn’t be talking about bloody televisions. He’d be talking about what you liked, what you were interested in, and trying to crack jokes that would make you laugh, even just a little bit. He'd include you in every conversation, instead of interrupting you mid-sentence to go on tangents about muggle 'technology', whatever that was. He'd kiss you privately, the way he knew you liked, and not blatantly ignore your discomfort and embarrassment at public affection.

When he'd seen your subtle grimace for the fourth time that night, he decided to pour himself another glass of wine, and perhaps a generous one at that. He was going to need it.

Walking into the kitchen, he debated between Merlot and Pinot Noir before choosing the latter option. If this continued, (which he was sure it would) he didn't want to be sober, and he didn't want to remember it at all.

"Do you mind pouring me a glass?"

At your soft question, Sirius nearly dropped his glass in surprise. Spinning around, he faced you and immediately noticed the expression of discomfort on your face, the way your cheeks were coloured and eyes troubled.

Playing it casually, he hummed affirmatively in response, reaching up to get a glass, and beginning to pour the deep red liquid into your glass.

"Oh, woo- that's enough." You chuckled, pulling the glass by its stem to avoid it from filling further. "I don't want to get completely written off."

You laughed and Sirius joined in, although the sound was hollow and fake, even to his own ears.

Frowning, you took a small sip from your glass and tilted your head. "Sirius, what's wrong? I don't mean to be rude, but I feel like you've kind of been off all night."

"I'm fine," he responded tightly, putting the wine back in its place and making to head past you, "there's nothing wrong."

Your hand, small but firm, stopped him on his way past, gripping his bicep. He turned, seeing your look of disbelief and something akin to concern. "Come on. Don't pull this shit with me. I know... we're not friends like we were, but I feel like I know you well enough to know that something's wrong. Just- please tell me."

All right, he thought to himself, I hate that we're not friends anymore, or more than that. I hate your boyfriend. I hate that you hate your boyfriend. I hate myself-

"Fine, tell me nothing," you spoke angrily, when enough time had lapsed that it was clear he wouldn't be speaking, "Hide behind lies, like you always do, Black. But just know, one day the truth might help you. Might save you!"

And just like that he was furious. Because how could you come to him and start preaching of telling the truth and not hiding behind falsehoods like some saint, when your current life was a lie?!

“Right, well if you want me to tell the truth, I will then," He spat bitterly, shaking his arm from your grip, "You don’t-you don’t even like him at all, do you?”

You froze, your eyes narrowing. “What?”

“It’s obvious. Craig! You think he’s a total loser. And he is!”

“Sirius, what the hell?! Just because he’s not in a magic career-“

“It’s not just that," Sirius said, shaking his head, and absolutely bewildered that you were defending him, "He’s a television technician for God’s sake. And he actually enjoys it, and finds it interesting!” 

“And what's wrong with that, Sirius?!" You retorted, eyes flashing, and even though you were angry with him, some deeper part within him cheered as you stepped closer, as you brought your nose to his, "Merlin, not everyone finds parading around and pretending to be some magic soldier entertaining!"

"Oh, but you do?" He challenged, and for the way you stuttered for words, he knew that he'd won in a way.

"You... and I- we're very different. In the way we are, in the way we do our jobs, in everything."

"Fine. But d'you you know who's even more different to you? Fucking Craig! Just admit it! You don't love him, you don't even like him!"

"Craig is nice though," you defended, "he makes me feel safe and-"

"Safe? Safe?! Y/N, I know you might've forgotten that poem you loved in fourth year - but I haven't - and I'm pretty sure the line you liked most literally read 'I'd prefer to be starry-eyed rather than safe', and you talked to me for hours about it, because you agreed with it on so many levels, and you wanted to find a love that felt like that," He exhaled, suddenly feeling exhausted, "I-I know you've changed a lot since then. But if you're anything like who you were then, do you really think that Craig makes you feel starry-eyed?"

There was a long, quiet pause. In the dining room, the sounds of Lily laughing at James' joke echoed through to the kitchen. Then-

"No," you whispered.

And then-

"To be honest, only one person ever made me feel starry-eyed."

Sirius felt as if he were about to topple over from the impact of that sentence, as if he was back on his broom in a gruelling match of Quidditch and the quaffle had socked him in the ribs. He held his breath, his eyes searching yours as he prayed you'd continue, prayed you'd say the words his soul craved.

"Yeah?" His voice was croaky, scratchy, but it was as if his vocal cords had stopped functioning.

"Yeah," you breathed, and he wasn't sure whether it was he or you who moved first, but in an instant you were meeting in the middle, skidding on the cold tiles, and your lips were colliding. They were cool and soft, and coated in lip gloss that tasted sweet, and that he was sure would coat his mouth after this encounter. It was better than anything he'd ever guiltily dreamed of, and just thinking about for how long he'd yearned for this made his head spin. He wrapped his arms around your waist to distract himself from those thoughts, groaning from the warmth of your skin beneath the soft wool, so caught up in everything that he only noticed that your wine glass had slipped from your hand and crashed to the floor when your lips stopped on his, breathy and tense.

"Oh, shit. Sirius-"

"Don't care. I'll clean it up later." And he drew you back in, this time caressing your chin and neck, and twisting his fingers through the softness of your hair. It was you who let out a groan then, and then another as he began to trail warm kisses down your throat. And-and it was all that you wanted, but you knew you'd spent a suspicious amount of time as it was in the kitchen, and that soon someone would come to fetch the pair of you. And so, as much as your body screamed in argument, you should stop.

"We-we should-" you murmured, tilting slightly away from his lips which had reached the curve of your shoulder.

"Mm, no. We shouldn't." It was short and decided, which made you laugh lightly.

"They'll see us... and, well-"

"Let them."

But despite his words, even he knew the time had come to venture back into the dining room, before you attracted an audience.

Pulling away, he gave you a long glance that seemed to sear to your very bones before he gave you a final soft peck and retreated. "To be continued," he whispered with a grin, before squeezing your hand and reaching for a new wine glass for you.

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The night seemed to progress in a way that reminded you of the fast-forward control Craig had shown you on a television, when the show continued twice or thrice as fast in order to get to the part one was up to quicker.

Dinner was over in a heartbeat, with dessert rolling out soon after you and Sirius had returned to the dining room, and everyone only staying for a half hour or so after that before succumbing to their fatigue or intoxication and heading home.

As you'd hugged Sirius goodbye, you'd whispered 'see you soon', and he'd been more than a bit confused, an eyebrow raising as he probed you with a glance for more information. But you'd just smiled at him before apparating away with Craig.

And from there it was easy.

He'd showered, and you'd sat on the sofa twisting your hands about, wondering how you were going to phrase what you'd needed to say. And when he'd come out, hair wet and on his way out to his own apartment, you stood, and you said what you could. Most of it was measly from your it's-not-you-it's-me explanation, to your utterly decided mind that the relationship was over.

But he'd taken it well. In fact, he'd practically shrugged, said something about how he was sure some girl called Grace working at his office would go on a date with him, wished you a good night, and left. It left you so dumfounded you sat on the arm of the sofa for a good few minutes after, simply collecting your thoughts.

And then you left your apartment too.

Back in the kitchen in Sirius' apartment, you wasted no time in making your way to his room, not pausing before opening the door and rushing in, blurting, "I broke up with him."

He was surprised for a moment, sat on his bed, before he rose and walked over to you, tugging you down to sit on his lap. "Couldn't waste another second without me, could you?"

"Oh, shut up, I just didn't want you going to bed sobbing." You teased, shifting from his lap to lie down on his bed, your legs still splaying over his thighs.

"Well you've absolutely saved me the tears. Now I'll be going to bed in a completely different mood," and he smirked as he ducked down to kiss you deeply, before breaking apart with concern in his eyes.

"Did he take it well?"

"Did he ever," you snorted, settling deeper into his pillow, and inhaling the scent that surrounded the bed - the scent of him -, "I'd barely closed my mouth and he was talking about some girl at his office and how he'd be fine."

"Of course he was," Sirius scoffed, scowling at the roof at the thought of discarding you so easily for someone else.

"But let's not talk about him," you complained, raising yourself up only so you could tug him down so he lay beside you.

"Oh, you want to talk about how you're starry-eyed for me?"

"Wanker," you mumbled in embarrassment, as you buried your face into the pillow.

"Princess, don't be ashamed," he said gently, taking your face into his hands so you could meet his eyes. And as riddled with mirth as they were, there was also something deeply profound in them as he said, "I'm also completely starry-eyed for you too."

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The news came late in the night, as bad news always does.

At first you'd been rather irritated as you felt the bed shift and Sirius slip out, even if you were accustomed to it.

You'd made him promise to tone down his midnight meetings and all the dangerous missions he went on with the Order, begging him to not be involved in it over this weekend when you were supposed to be celebrating your engagement, but you supposed he couldn't necessarily ignore the shrill and desperate shrieks of an owl.

Still, you groaned when you heard him curse, heard him pull his clothes on in a hurry and rush down the stairs. And you were positively pissed when you heard the deep roar of his motorcycle start, and the rush as it zoomed off, as he left you.

What the fuck is going on? you thought to yourself as you rolled out of bed, and stumbled to where he'd left the letter.

Sirius,

Someone spilled it. He's coming for them.

-- Wormtail

No.

No, it couldn't be. You rubbed your eyes, blinked until you saw stars, trying to see anything other than the messy scrawl in front of you.

A desperate need overtook you, much like what you were sure had rushed through Sirius once he'd read the letter from Peter. You needed to help Lily and James, and poor, sweet baby Harry. You couldn't let them- but no, you refused to think of that.

But quickly, you realised there wasn't much you could do. Much like the Potters, most members of the Order had strong spells in place that didn't allow you to apparate to and from their houses, due to some leaks that had resulted in house invasions. And Sirius had taken the motorcycle, which is what the pair of you used to travel from place to place, if you didn't use the bus.

So, unless you walked - which you certainly were not going to do at this hour - there was no way you could make it to Godric's Hollow in time, no way you could help anyone.

The anguish overtook you then, and you couldn't help but cry in the horror of it all. This was supposed to be your engagement weekend with Sirius, something romantic and quiet that you had both longed for after all the dangers of being in the Order. You weren't supposed to be fearing for the lives of your closest friends, of their baby boy - and especially not your fiancé.

The hours trickled by slowly, and you weren't sure how you survived, with the way you paced agonisingly and repeatedly, shook heavily, and wept until your body went numb.

The daylight came and went, and when your watch told you that it was ten o'clock you knew something bad had happened. If things had gone well, Sirius would have been back by now. Which meant-

Getting changed into his old quidditch jersey for comfort, and a pair of jeans, you finally headed downstairs and stepped outside and into the street.

It was a normal late morning in London, with people getting on and off buses, and sitting on benches and reading the paper. But you knew in the muggle streets of London, you would get no answers to the questions you desperately needed answering, and so you rushed into action, hopping onto the approaching bus and beginning your short trip to the Leaky Cauldron.

Even at the early hour, it was bustling with patrons. Which only happened when there were things to talk about. You took this as a bad sign, but swallowing heavily, you pushed through them to get into Diagon Alley, and that was when you stepped into complete chaos.

"Get yer Prophet! Read all 'bout it! Mass murder in Godric's Hollow!" A paper seller shouted into the crowd of people.

There were groups of people standing about, with newspapers in hands and horrified expressions all around as they read what had occurred and friends read over their shoulders. Your stomach sank further as you approached the seller, bending down to pick up a paper someone had discarded in disgust on the cobbles.

AUROR COUPLE FOUND DEAD AT HOME, THEIR BABY SOLE SURVIVOR

James and Lily Potter, prominent members of the Auror community were found dead in their cottage at Godrics Hollow late last night, with only their baby boy Harry surviving the encounter that is believed to be another attack by You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters.

But unlike other Auror deaths that seem similar in nature to this double-homicide, this awful story has another horrifying twist. Friend of the Potter's, Peter Pettigrew, was found later on this morning in a London alley, where he was seemingly trying to catch the mole within the Aurors who caused this tragedy before he was brutally-

"Murdered at the hands of Sirius Black!" The seller crowed once more, "a death eater disguised as an Auror!"

You felt like you might vomit. Or faint. What?! None of what they were saying could be true. James? Lily? Dead? No, that couldn't possibly have happened.

And Sirius? You knew him, you loved him. You couldn't even fathom how someone could even have begun spreading this story of misinformation.

Courage and outrage growing within you, you stormed to the seller, calling, "You've got it wrong. Sirius Black isn't a death eater!"

You didn't care about the stares and attention you got at your bold words, at how murmurs began to spread as people looked at the golden surname stitched on the back of the red jersey you were wearing and connected the dots.

"Lovie, I'm afraid he is. Caught redhanded and everythin'," the seller explained, somewhat sympathetically, as she pointed at the front cover of the Daily Prophet. At the scowling mugshot of Sirius, whose face was sprayed in dark droplets.

No. No. But what was worse was the haunted look in his eyes, the utter pain you could see radiating from his pupils, even in the shaky, monochromatic image.

"Look, I get it's hard to come to terms with, especially if he's ya boyfriend. I knew someone who was a death eater too, and bloody hell was that a hard one to swallow! But lovie, just accept it and everythin'll be easier on ya." She soothed, giving you a ginger pat on your shoulder.

But you stepped away from her sharply. "No, this isn't true, and I'll prove it!"

And you ran and ran and ran. You didn't hear as people began to point you out, recognising you as the girlfriend of that murderer, jeer rude words at you, or even spit at you. You had tunnel vision, only thinking of your destination, which was the Ministry of Magic, and you wouldn't rest until you saw that cherry red telephone box, and until it was transporting you into the depths that were the Ministry.

Your legs began to ache, muscles screaming in protest at the ruthless pace you were sprinting at, but you refused to slow down, not when everyone in the world had got it so wrong and they were going to hurt Sirius. It couldn't be him, you simply didn't believe it at all.

The Ministry was a blur of people, colours and sounds as you pushed through crowds of people in suits, desperate to get to the desk clerk you glimpsed in the distance and ready to fall to your knees and beg to be given an audience with Sirius.

Eventually, you made it to her bench, and began breathing heavily as you faced her. "Please," you panted, as you tried to regain your rapidly escaping breath, "I don't know where he is... what's happened- but... I need to see Sirius Black, now, please-"

"Sirius Black?" The girl asked incredulously, halting her relentless gum chewing to gape at you.

"Yes, he-he... I'm afraid something terrible has happened and he's been framed... I need to sort it all out."

"Look, miss, I can't deny the bloke looks half decent," she proclaimed, leaning forward as she began to whisper the latter half of her sentence, "but he murdered some fella! And it wasn't any clean curse too, you hear? I've got an Auror friend and he said the entire road was coated in blood, Black blew the bloke up and-"

"No, no, I refuse to believe that," you rebutted desperately, "I know him, and this isn't about the fact he looks handsome, for Merlin's sake. Just-just tell me what floor he's on, please? Tell me how to access it?"

The clerk girl pursed her lips, seemingly torn before gesturing to a nearby elevator with her head and saying, "8 should be him."

Calling your thanks back at her, you strode away, dashing to make it to the elevator before the doors closed, when you heard shouts behind you.

"Y/N L/N! L/N, stop where you are!"

Obeying the voice, you swivelled your head to see three Ministry guards with their wands out, briskly making their way over and a crowd of officials following them.

"We've obtained knowledge from a source that you have a certain relationship with a recently detained Sirius Black. Would that be correct?" A guard questioned, now facing you.

"Yes," you breathed, scared suddenly.

"Well, Miss L/N, I'm going to assume that you have heard this morning's tragic news and understand the repercussions," An official interjected, once he had made his way over to face her as well, "The Ministry does not take situations like this lightly. In a reflection of that, the trial of Sirius Black is to begin in a half hour."

You couldn't even question the words leaving his mouth as any semblance of language had disappeared from your mind. You couldn't even begin to understand how this could be possible. You wanted so desperately to wake up, but you could feel the way your palms were sweating, and hear the ticking of the Ministry clock. This was not a nightmare, but reality.

"Now, obviously we cannot allow you to be a witness, as to our knowledge you were not part of last night's events, and we cannot allow you to be a part of the jury, as I think it would be safe to say you are far from impartial to Mr Black. However, what we can offer you is a seat in the viewing gallery when a verdict is reached, and a ten minute time frame with him before your trial, given your close circumstance with him. I trust you will be grateful for this and take advantage of this generous opportunity we've presented you."

And all you could say was, "Yes."

You suppose it was the shock that had set in at that point. At least, that's what the catering lady suspected when she spotted your shaking form in the court break room fifteen minutes later. You couldn't really remember how you had got down there, what path you had taken and who had taken you. Even after a mug of steaming tea and two buttery biscuits, your shaking would not subside, and your mind remained blank. But then-

"Miss Y/N, you will now see Mr Black if you have no objections." The offical called, and you felt rather than heard the doors open, as you stumbled to your feet.

It was as if all of your emotions flooded back into your body, all at once, as your eyes locked with his. The numbing shock faded away as quickly as it had drenched you, and in its wake was a suffocating number of emotions. You felt like you could begin bawling, yelling and smiling all at once as he was brought closer and closer to you by the guards restraining either side of him.

You decided fate was a cruel thing then, as the guards finally let go of his form, and he dashed the final steps to sweep you into his arms. Because the deja vu was not lost on you, of his suit and tie, and his shocked face as you walked towards him, his actions mirroring those of his ones at the Yule Ball all those years ago.

But you quickly forgot your thoughts of deja vu and fate, when you felt his own body quake with restrained sobs, felt his tight grip of you begin to suffocate you. Just as swiftly as he had embraced you however, he pulled away, his fingers staying interlocked with yours as his face took on a pleading expression.

"You don't believe them, do you?" He asked, and your heart broke to think that he'd considered you'd be against him. "I- princess, I don't know how I can make you believe me, but-but, I promise I didn't do it-I didn't-"

You kissed him then, deeply, passionately and hoping to convey all your love through your lips, if that was even possible. He seemed stunned at first, his lips still, before he responded with a fervour that almost made you smile.

"Of course I believe you," you whispered against his lips, when you both had to pull apart to catch your breath, "Sirius, you... you could never have done something like this. Of course not."

Your heart squeezed painfully once more at the broken, haunted look in his eyes, as he glanced away, anywhere but your own eyes. "It was-it was awful-I-I....," he exhaled slowly and shakily before his eyes met yours once more, "My- James is dead, and so is Lily, and I couldn't save them, Y/N. Do you know how fucking hard I accelerated, God, I thought I was going to crash into about fifteen cars and then maybe a few birds. And-and, it was all for nothing, because-" he closed his eyes, and the pain was tangible in the way he winced, "and Merlin, I don't even know what happened to Harry because not a soul will tell me anything and I'm going wild in that cell down there, because the-the bloody people down there with me-they-they howl and they scream in pain, and when they don't it's just me and the darkness, and-Merlin- I don't know how long I can deal with it-"

He buried his face into your shoulder, and when you felt wet warmth on your shoulder, you began to cry too, squeezing him tighter, because you knew that was the only way you could reassure him. "Sirius, I-I-I don't know how, but-I'll get you out of there, I will... you'll be home with me before you know it, and-"

"All right. Mr Black, Miss L/N. That concludes your session. Your trial will begin shortly."

Everything was urgent at once. Sirius pulled back from you, and the desperation in his eyes matched his tone, as he said, "Whatever happens, it happens. Just know, that I love you. I love you so much, and you are the love of my life, even with whatever ends up happening to it."

You didn't have time to say it back before he pulled you into a kiss that rivalled any others you'd ever had. You tried to memorise the feel of it all: of his arms, and the way he held you like you were the finest piece of jewellery in the world; the way his mouth felt and moved, scalding and desperate and unrelenting; and his hands, the way his fingers trailed up and down your spine and curled into your hair. It was over too quickly, and then he was being pulled away from you, and the world was hazy and blurry because your eyes were furiously streaming with tears of utter anguish. You didn't see the significant look from the officials to the catering lady, as your shaking began again. In fact, you were so distraught, that you didn't even notice the white powder she sprinkled into the tea she offered you soon after, and the realisation only sank in when your body felt leaden and you slumped to the floor, your eyes fluttering shut.

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You thought again of the cruelty of fate when you mistook the catering lady for Sirius shaking you awake.

"Sirius," you mumbled grumpily, rolling away from the hands that shook you, "If you want me to see the bloody sunrise so much, just take a Polaroid of it, why don't you?"

But what followed wasn't a lighthearted argument or tickling kisses on your neck to wake you up, but a gentle, wary voice.

"Love, I think you'll want to wake up for this."

And then you remembered.

In a flash, you were on your feet, turning to her and asking, "Where?"

At the sight of the court room, your stomach bottomed out. Sirius was standing, his back to you and handcuffed, with an officer at either side. As you shuffled into your seat, your eyes remained on his form and barely noted as a member of the jury stepped up to the front.

"We, the jury find Sirius Orion Black guilty of all charges against him."

The banging of the gavel, was in rhythm with bile rising in your throat. And then- and then the other viewers around you in the gallery, the motherfuckers had the nerve to clap. Some cheered. You were at a serious risk of vomiting.

"With that verdict, the Ministry of Magic hence sentences Sirius Orion Black to life in the Prison of Azkaban."

Godric, you actually were going to throw your guts up. This couldn't be possible. You gazed at Sirius' back, wondering how he had not collapsed at the weight of the words they had just said, at what they meant for him and his future. He simply stayed standing, his back straight, his posture firm, as he turned to you.

It had to be fifteen metres between you and he, but you could see the heavy tears in his eyes, see the way his lips were tense as he opened them to mouth 'I love you'. You mouthed them back, just as he was tugged away, and as soon as you burst through the side door, you did vomit.

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To the loml,

I'm not going to lie to you. Anyone who thinks hell is not on Earth has not visited Azkaban. It's dark, it's cold, it's always, always storming and the prisoners deserve to be here. They're all bloody lunatics, and since I thought the crazies in the Ministry cells were bad, I got one hell of a shock coming here.

But I get through it. Some days, I feel like I want to find a way to squeeze through the bars and impale myself on the rocks below, but that's just because I can't stop hearing them, seeing them. I don't think I can ever forget seeing James and Lily like that, and hearing those muggles scream as Peter blew them up.

You get me through it. And I know you'll think that I'm being all sappy to distract you from the dark shit I told you about before, but princess, it's true, I promise. On days like the ones I was writing about, I just think of you, and it starts to get better. I think a lot about that night you dumped that absolute tosser Craig and came home to me. What a night. And it gets me through hearing the rats in my cell and all the nightmares I get.

But enough about me, what have you been up to? I do hope Kreacher has been treating you well, or I'll find some way to beat his wrinkled arse from here.

With all my love,

yours, Sirius.

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You didn't heed the rumours at first.

There'd been many, over the years, and while the first few times, you'd hoped and believed with all of your heart that he had in fact escaped, it hurt you too much to try and believe in rumours of his escape, as each time without fail, the truth came crashing down on you like an avalanche.

It was only when you saw him with your own two eyes that you would believe the rumours.

The night began like any other Saturday night, which was one in which you would indulge yourself with thinking about Sirius and remembering him. You dragged out your cassette player from the cupboard and while you cooked dinner you would listen to the many, many mixtapes that you and Sirius had created for each other.

You were halfway through boiling the pasta, stirring the pot with a wooden spoon as you absentmindedly sang that gushy Cher song that you loved and that you knew even Sirius had a soft spot for.

If I could turn back time,

If I could find a way-

"If I could turn back time, I'd have never got out of that bed next to you."

The wooden spoon clattered to the floor beside you, and you inhaled sharply at the sound of the voice you knew all too well. Could it be- was that even possible?

Ever so slowly, you turned your head, prepared to see the empty dining room, prepared to have finally gone mad and to have your mind playing awful tricks on you.

And yet, there he was.

It had been twelve years since you'd seen him, and you could see what the time had done to him. His hair, once silky and reaching his chin, was longer now, and more matted and rough. He had scruff on his face, like the beginnings of a beard and moustache. And under that, you could see faint lines on his face, where his age really had caught up with him.

But he was still your Sirius; you could still see the equal amounts of depth and amusement in his eyes, even if you could also see pain that hadn't been there before.

And-and somehow, he'd come home to you.

Your hands reached forward to touch him, as he stepped closer, but even with your innate desire to fling yourself onto him and never let go, stronger was your curiosity, your disbelief.

"H-how-what?" you stuttered, tears flooding your eyes, as he picked you up as easily as if you were a feather and put you on the bench top, standing between your legs.

"That, princess," he replied, in between kissing you all over, rapidly, softly, "is a long, complicated story. And-"

"You don't have to tell me right now," you murmured, beaming at him, almost high on the fact that he was back, that he was touching her. A roar of triumph echoed through your head as he sent you his signature grin.

"My thoughts exactly. We have more important things to do."

And you and Sirius carried out those important tasks dutifully and enthusiastically, only stopping abruptly when you discovered the pasta pot was boiling over.

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"I'm going to the Ministry on Order business. Be back soon, princess," Sirius whispered, as he pressed a kiss to your brow, ignoring your groans of protest as he slipped from the bed.

Yes, Sirius Black still had a rather bad habit of leaving you in the middle of the night to partake in Order business.

The first few times he'd done this, you'd had arguments after, because obviously, after what had happened the last time he'd slipped out after midnight, you were scared stiff when you couldn't contact him, or if he came home late.

But after many, many more escapades, and two joyous years of safety, of him returning after a few hours, you'd begrudging relented on scolding him for the nasty habit. For as much as you still felt a large twinge of anxiety for every minute that ticked over sunrise when he still hadn't returned, he always did, in the end. And you knew that as much as you hated it, Sirius was an integral part of the Order, and he had to do what he had to do.

But tonight somehow felt different. Because for as much as you tossed and turned, and told yourself over and over that Sirius would be fine, the little voice inside your head would not be silenced, and it accompanied a feeling of sickness, deep in your stomach.

Cursing as you rose, you swiftly put on a comfortable and practical outfit before you left the house, venturing a few steps from the doorway before you apparated to the the telephone box that would lead you in to the Ministry.

The memories coming back to you did not help soothe your rapidly rising nerves, and neither did the dark, deserted Ministry that you found before you from your wand glow.

Your trepidation only grew when you found broken glass, and obvious signs of a scuffle. There had been a fight here, and recently. What in the name of Merlin was going on?

You were about to say that aloud when Kingsley Shacklebolt appeared beside you, and grabbed your arm, pulling you with him towards an elevator.

"Come on, we must go. They're in the Department of Mysteries." He explained, as he punched in the appropriate floor.

"What? The Order?" You asked, bewildered, as the elevator travelled at its dangerously rapid speed, "why?"

"The kids, you know - Harry, his lot, a few others - they found some death eaters down there and they've been trying to fend them off while the Order get here."

"Shit. Is everyone okay?"

"Well," he turned to face you, looking grim, as a cheery ding alerted you to the fact the elevator was stopping at the selected floor, "we have no way of knowing, but if You-know-who is involved as well as his death eaters, we have to expect the worst."

Expect the worst. You were all too familiar with the worst outcomes of a situation, and images of piles of dead, bloody bodies and Sirius being crucio'd flashed in your mind as you kept up with Kingsley's pace, racing down the corridor to the end door which was slightly ajar.

Inside was a wreck. While you'd never been inside before this moment, you'd heard that the Department of Mysteries was like an orderly maze of wonder, full of shelves that reached the roof groaning with the weight of luminescent orbs and other weird and wacky wonders.

But what was facing you now was nothing like what you had envisioned. There was only wreckage; splintered wood, and piles of glowing shards of glass littered everywhere the eye could see. Further on, you could see dark figures and flashes of green and red as fighting ensued.

Soon enough, you could make out a few familiar faces: Tonks with her fierce expressions and brightly-dyed hair; Remus with his nose streaming red, but arm still firm and strong as he hexed his opponent; Ginny, with her red hair streaming about as she ducked and dived from the many hexes death eaters were shooting at her.

But no Sirius.

You jogged further in, edging into the fight as well, and beginning to hex and curse death eaters in your midst, and those who challenged other Order members who you could reach. All the while, your eyes darted about, longing to see even a glimpse of long, dark hair, that would tell you that Sirius was safe.

But it wasn't his hair that made you notice him; no, it was his voice.

"Nice one, James," He'd called, and you could see that he was grinning with pride at his godson, Harry reflecting the expression, as he ducked from another hex shot at him.

And then the world seemed to go in slow motion.

Because there was Bellatrix - that utter bitch - her face twisted in psychopathic rage as always, as a flash of green erupted from her wand. And you could do nothing but watch, as it sailed through the air, and-

-hit Sirius squarely in the chest.

At once, he was stumbling backwards, and you weren't sure why, but Harry was screaming at this, struggling so hard that Remus had to restrain him, as he began to fall towards a shimmering mirror.

You caught his gaze then, as his hand seemingly went through the mirror. And to add to your confusion, his eyes were somber, the way they only were when something tragic and awful had happened. 'I love you' he mouthed, but you didn't have time to say it back, didn't even have time to react, because-

-then he was gone.

"NO!"

You weren't sure if it was you or Harry who'd screamed that, but you couldn't breathe as you heard Bellatrix laugh maniacally, beginning to taunt Harry. And while Harry was restrained, you weren't.

And if-if she had actually-If Sirius was actually gone, you would not rest until you wiped that evil smirk off her face permanently.

You were certain it was you, when you began charging towards her, screaming bloody murder and death threats at her. Because you weren't just going to let her die, no you were going to make her bleed, and hurt, and scream in pain before you gave her the honour of dying.

Your efforts were stopped by Kingsley however, who grabbed you by the shoulders and dragged you away from the scene, even when you struggled as furiously as Harry had, and began to scream at him. It didn't help anything, as he wrapped both arms around you and apparated away to the top floor of the Ministry. It was only then he released you.

"Kingsley, what the fuck?! How could you?!" You screeched, swivelling towards him and barely restraining the urge to slap him.

"Y/N, you need to calm down," he soothed, rubbing your shoulder, "I know you're upset, I'm upset too. But it wouldn't have solved anything at all if you did that, I can promise-"

"No, you can't promise me anything!" You yelled back, tearing backwards so his hand fell to his side, "How do you know I couldn't have disarmed her? Couldn't have forced her to get him back?"

"I can promise you that," he said slowly, enunciating every word carefully as if it were a statement of high importance, "because you can't come back from that mirror, Y/N. Sirius is gone, and if you went after Bellatrix, you would've followed right behind him."

A world without Sirius, where you couldn't bring him back to you had been unbearable the first time. But this time, you realised, as you fell backwards, as you fainted, there wasn't even a human possibility that you could get Sirius back.

He was gone.

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The letters were your prized possession.

You kept them in a box in the cupboard, right next to the cassette player. And after a few months, when thinking about him didn't cause you to go into states of inconsolable grief, every Saturday night, you'd allow yourself to reminisce, listening to the mixtapes while you read his letters.

You didn't think there'd been a Saturday night where you hadn't spent the whole time sobbing once you were finished, even though now, you could console yourself afterwards.

You didn't think there would be a Saturday you didn't cry over his letters.

And as you stared at the letters once more, at the ink words that were the only relics you had of Sirius, that you were certain you would see in your mind until you died, you realised that what he'd addressed you as all that time, that small four-lettered anagram that you'd thought so creative and romantic of him, could be rearranged to a word combination that was now more accurate to you than the sweet nickname of the past. Because he wasn't only the love of your life, he was something else.

Loss of my life.

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Red, Black and Neon Green

a red, white and royal blue spinoff featuring Damien and Danny

i might write more parts to this if y'all are interested.

Damien didn’t believe in love at first sight. The notion alone was terribly naive and thoughtlessly pedestrian. He did however, believe in hate at first sight and such was the case the first time he was introduced to Daniel Fenton, heir apparent to Vlad Co. 

The kid was introduced to him at one of the famous Wayne galas. He was tall and lanky, moved as if he didn’t quite know where his limbs ended and was terribly uncouth. His suit jacket was wrinkled and about half a size too large, clearly untailored. His tie was lopsided and his hair looked like he had just survived a category 4 hurricane. 

“Damien Wayne,” he said, extending a well manicured hand. His face doing his best to not betray how little he thought of the rumpled teen in front of him. 

“Danny Fenton,” smiled the boy, his eyes an electric blue and his smile just on this side of roguish. His grip was firm but ice cold.

“Having fun, Dames?” asked Dick halfway through the night. He had always enjoyed the socialization aspect of galas much more than his other brothers. 

“Ttch” It took an unfortunate amount of will power to refrain from rolling his eyes. His older brother knew exactly how he felt about these functions. “A unique turn out this time” he commented lightly, eyes straying to where Fenton was leaning sloppily against the staircase railing, his shirt coming untucked at the motion. “Father truly will invite anyone these days.” 

Dick followed his line of sight to the other teen, his smile taking on an unreadable glint. 

“Made a new friend, I see”. 

“Absolutely not. I would never associate with someone who would show up to a gala in a charcoal grey two piece suit. I think we both know that is below my station.” 

“I don’t know, D, could be good to get close with the rival heir. Maybe he would let slip some trade secrets”. During this conversation, Damien had turned to face his older brother which is why he didn’t notice Fenton walking up behind him with two very full glasses of champagne. 

“You demean both yourself and I with that notion, Grayson, now go back to chatting up the trust-fund and nepo babies”. Turning around to make a swift exit, he stumbled directly into his subject of disdain for the evening. Damien hadn’t even heard him approach which was weird in and of itself, the shock of the teen being able to sneak up on him caused him to upend both flutes directly onto the two of them, soaking them with sticky sweet champagne. 

The ballroom fell quiet as the two of them stared at each other, the other boys eyes appearing green with annoyance. Damien felt his own face heat up at the attention. 

“You incompetent fool,” he scoffed, grabbing a napkin off of a passing tray. 

“Hey, man, I don’t know what your problem is, you’ve been staring daggers at me all night, I was just bringing these over here as some sort of olive branch which it appears you clearly did not want”. 

“I definitely did not want your olive branch all over my Armani suit” he knew how he was sounding, even to himself he sounded like a brat. But Damien would rather be a brat than a slob any day. 

“You’re the one who ran into me. And now I’m not going to get my deposit back on this suit”. 

“Why am I not surprised it’s a rental”, Somewhere to his left, a camera went off. Great, now he’s going to have to sit through another seminar on media training all because this idiot can’t be bothered to hold onto his glasses properly. 

“Whatever, Wayne. Clearly this was a lost cause anyways”. And with that Fenton stomped off, setting the glasses down heavily on a table and disappearing into the crowd. 

Sam

have u seen this?

gotham.gazette/rival.heirs.feud.at.wayne.gala

Danny

hey he started it

i’m sure it’ll all blow over in a week 

Tucker

idk man

check this out 

nyt/stocks.in.both.vlad.co.and.wayne.industries.see.sigificant.drops. 

Danny

fck

Fruit Loop 

Daniel, we need to talk, Stop avoiding my calls. 

Drake

Listen, demon brat, you’re the one who couldn’t play nice so you have to deal with the consequences 

We already have a recovery plan in place 

Answer my calls, asshole

Damien

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[mothwingwritings]

Animal Magnetism

F!Reader X Yujiro Hanma (Omegaverse AU)

Well folks, here is my first ever attempt at a true Omegaverse fic. I wanted to start out with something little to get a feel for it, but since I don’t know how to chill it ended up being a bit longer than anticipated. ^^; I’m still getting the hang of it all, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! Thank you so much for reading!!!

Also, I have a rather busy end of May-June coming up, so I’m not sure how much I will be able to write and update during that time. I apologize in advance. That being said, I wrote this pretty fast and edited it even faster so that I could get it out before I get swamped, so I apologize if it reads a bit rushed. (シ_ _)シ

THIS FIC IS NSFW, SO 18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!

WARNINGS: Noncon/dubcon, yandere vibes, ABO/Omegaverse AU (reader is the omega ofc), death, strangulation, brief mentions of stalking, reader is degraded and treated like an object by Yujiro Hanma. You know how it is. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯"

You considered yourself lucky to have found the love of your life.

That wasn’t always the case for Omegas. Since your childhood, you’d heard countless horror stories from your parents and friends, tragedies and cautionary tales of the horrors Omega’s faced when looking for a mate. Many of your kind faced dismal futures as breeding factories or were forgotten and neglected by their partners whenever they weren’t in heat. It was a lonely, painful, and unfulfilling existence, but a sad reality that many Omega’s endured nonetheless.

Because of this your parents sheltered you, doing their best to keep you from the cruel power imbalance of the outside world. Your father made sure he was the only alpha allowed near you on the property, the rest of your friends and acquaintances consisting of either other Omega’s or Beta’s. Not that you much minded, after all the negativity you heard surrounding Alpha’s you figured this was for the best. You weren’t missing out on anything, and as long as you took your suppressors accordingly, you were sure you could live out the rest of your life just fine without Alpha influence and still feel completely fulfilled.

That was to say, until a certain bodyguard was hired as the family escort, specifically YOUR escort. You had heard he was an Alpha and were quite shocked that your father would allow such a person so close to you, especially with all his previous warnings. But as time passed and your curiosity grew, you would eventually introduce yourself to the man of your own accord, excited and nervous to see what manner of individual he truly was. At the time, you would have never ended up guessing that one meeting would end up turning your entire world on its head, bringing more joy to your life than you could have ever imagined.

You were smitten the moment your hands joined in the initial shake, taken in by his easy smile and sparkling eyes. He had respectfully kept his distance from you at your father’s request, but you could tell he was elated to finally speak with you, a small blush gracing his cheeks as soon as you said ‘hello’. He was a kindly man, mild mannered and soft spoken, but strong where it mattered and protective to a fault. Were it not for the unmistakable scent that exuded from him, you wouldn’t guess he was an Alpha at all, or at least he certainly didn’t fit the description of most of the Alpha’s your father warned you about-all full of machismo and brutality, ready at a moment’s notice to tear you apart to satisfy their own base urges.

This man was the opposite of that, and when you fell for him, you fell hard.

Years past in a whirlwind, from the initial awkward first dates, to buying your own place together, to his heartfelt proposal to you. Through it all he always remained respectful, giving you all the space and time you needed to adjust to your life with him, never pushing his boundaries or showing any untoward aggression or advances.  Because of this, even after spending years together, you were able to remain pure, saving yourself for the day the two of you would join as one, marking each other to truly solidify your union.

And so time marched on, moving so fast that on more than one occasion you wished you could stop the clock altogether, just to steal a few more moments with him.

But now, you would never enjoy his company ever again.

His corpse had been tossed aside, discarded several feet from where you lay. It was so bloodied and broken you could barely recognize it as human, let alone as someone you once loved. Your chest rose and fell with erratic breaths punctuated by fear, the desire welling inside of you momentarily quelled by this sudden nightmare.

Minutes ago he was atop you, peeling the clothing from your aching, hot body. Moving painfully slow, he took his time enjoying your first heat with him, no longer constrained by the suppressors you had taken your whole life. You were scared of the process, worried about losing control of yourself and becoming mindless, driven by only your base needs. Not to mention the pain it would entail, the endless torture of emptiness, and the desperation you would experience relying solely on him for release from your torment.

But he had been patient and understanding through the whole process, explaining how it would all go down and how he would help you through it, alleviating any rogue fears that still remained. He even went so far as to help you prepare your nest, purchasing you any and everything you may need to make it comforting and inviting for when the time finally arrived. Meticulously helping you arrange everything while gushing about how excited he was, how lucky he felt having you as his mate, the one he would be eternally bonded too. He seemed more into the prep work than even you did.

Now, the nest that was to be used to consummate your love was stained in crimson, his blood splashing across it in vibrant streaks the moment he was knocked off you, flung across the room like a rag doll. No matter how badly you wanted to, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the lifeless body that used to be your beloved. Everything that had made him shine had been stolen in the blink of an eye, leaving only a husk remaining.

Above him stood his murderer, Yujiro Hanma, looming with a bestial sort of feral energy as he stared at the carcass by his feet.  Before this moment, you had never interacted with the man they called ‘The Ogre’, but that didn’t mean you didn’t know all about him. It was hard not to-the strongest man in the world was a celebrity in his own right, renowned the world over for his ferocity and ruthless nature. He had started and ended wars by simply existing, going wherever he pleased and doing whatever he wanted because there was no one who could stop him. He ruled countries from the shadows, amassed wealth and respect from the most influential men in the world. Truly, he was not a person to be reckoned with.

All that aside, you knew him best as the man your father despised the most. A once respected comrade from your father’s military days, you were aware that Yujiro had done something unspeakable to your father in the past, therefore disgracing him from your entire family. Your father had always been an amicable and fair man, someone that you couldn’t imagine having any enemies (even with his military background), let alone ones that used to be dear friends. And while the mystery of what Yujiro may have done to your father to receive this treatment gnawed incessantly at your brain, you kept your questions to yourself, not wanting to open any old wounds that may hurt him in the process.

Now you wished you had pressed the issue more, maybe then you would have a clue as to why this mythical family villain had abruptly entered the scene, irrevocably changing your life in the process.

The slaughter happened so quickly that Yujiro didn’t even break a sweat. Not that he would have anyway-the differences in ability were clear as day, you didn’t need any fighting prowess to realize that. Your mate never stood a chance.

The ogre’s fiery hair danced wildly around his head like a halo as he turned his attention your way, his figure both terrifying and awe inspiring as he took his time stalking towards your vulnerable form. There was no need for him to rush- the power of his presence alone was enough to root you in place.

Splayed out in your nest, you were completely exposed. Your nude chest heaving as a thin layer of sweat coated you, anxiety and confusion mingling with the raging heat your body was going through. Even after watching the execution of your mate before your very eyes, your body was still yearning, causing a horrible, all-encompassing burning that scalded you from the inside out. It made you desperate for release as your mate was in the process of marking you, taking his time exploring the body of the woman with whom he was destined to spend the rest of his life with before carrying out the duty.

And while his drawn out advance was driving you to the point of madness, amplifying the throbbing ache in your core with each teasing touch of his hands and sensual kiss of his lips, you knew the sluggish pace was for your benefit-to prepare you properly. It was your first time, the start of your forever with him. He wanted to make it special, for your pleasure to be immeasurable when he finally entered you, making you feel so good that when he bit down to mark you as his, the pain would be nothing in comparison, if felt at all. You had a life time of love ahead of you, but that was no excuse for him to give in to his desire and rush your first union.

But he was gone now, and his kindness had left you feverish and wanting-so desperately wanting- release. Craving your alpha, needing him so badly you could barely stand it, you writhed pathetically on the ground, whimpering in agony at the absence of fulfillment. Unable to control yourself, your hand traveled to your privates, tears flooding your eyes when stuffing your fingers deep inside of yourself only seemed to hurt you more. It was hollow and empty, not what you needed, not what you craved.

Were you in your normal mindset, revulsion would have washed over you at your actions-the love of your life had just been slain and here you were making a sorry attempt at masturbation while his body lay decomposing beside you. What kind of woman does that? How could you live with yourself after this? How could you tell yourself you truly love him, when now that he’s gone the only feeling your addled brain can conjure is disappointment over the fact that you won’t get the fucking you have become so desperate for?

How had you become so disgusting? You lightly shook your head, trying to dispel the thoughts of self-loathing. Perhaps the blame did not lie fully on your shoulders, but to another culprit, one who was stalking his way closer and closer to you with each passing moment, hunting you as a wolf does livestock.

In any other scenario, this heart-rending moment would have been enough to crack the shell of haze your heat had left you in, no matter how worked up you had become. But the man who was now standing above you, Yujiro Hanma, was dangerous in ways you hadn’t even begun to fathom. His smell of his musk was so overbearing you nearly choked on it, the lust it sent coursing through your body turning you into something unrecognizable. You honed in on Yujiros scent long before his arrival, at first mistaking it for your own mate’s scent that had been amplified by your combined heats. And while it disgusted you to admit it, this new, intoxicating scent excited you far more than your own lover’s ever had, turning your mind to mush the longer you inhaled its aroma.

Yujiro’s cruel eyes bore down upon you, a look of mild amusement displayed on his face as he took in your weakened state. The smirk he wore as he killed your lover began to grow, his lips spreading into a full on smile, baring his teeth in a look that could only be considered as malicious.

“Well what do we have here,” he leered, the mere sound of his husky voice enough to make you moan, “Feeling a bit neglected, are we?”

He bent down on his knee, kneeling beside you as his eyes flicked across your body. After a brief once over, his large hand reached out towards your head, thick fingers knotting themselves into a fist as they gripped your hair. Roughly he yanked you up, dangling you mere inches from his face as he continued to stare at you with his horrible, ravenous eyes.

You scrambled to get your bearings, perching yourself on your knees to help alleviate the pressure on your scalp. Positioned so closely to him, his pheromones became even more intense, slick starting to seep from inside you from the proximity alone. Bright red bloomed across your body, a mixture of extreme arousal and embarrassment, as you wriggled in his hold.

Yujiro scoffed, “Look at you, I haven’t even touched you and you’re already leaking,” He swiped his fingers briskly against your weeping pussy, making you cry out as he gathered the evidence of your intoxication on his hand. Holding the glistening fingers up to your face, his smile returned as he goaded you.  “Bet your little boyfriend lacked the power to make that happen, didn’t he?”

Any anger that may have welled inside you over the slight against your beloved was instantly quelled, eaten by the tumultuous feeling of frustration the situation ensnared you in. All you could do was stare at Yujiro with pleading eyes, any words you attempted to speak dying out the moment you tried to voice them, becoming little more than whiny, petulant mewlings. Rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to create friction, you prayed he would show an ounce of mercy and grant you release soon, fretting over how much longer your body could handle waiting.

Yujiro sighed, chuckling softly under his breath, “Your father is a damned fool, you know that? I told that stubborn bastard that his cute little Omega daughter was meant to be mine, knew it the moment I saw you. I warned him that he could try and pair you off with some other lesser Alpha, but it would be a waste of time. You were fated to be mine- made to take my cock. Trying to make you anything other than my bitch was both asinine and disgraceful.”

He shot you another wicked smile, “Idiots like him may not realize what a fucking honor it is to be my cumdump, but surely you do, right sweetheart?”

You squeaked as he tugged you closer, his breath fanning your face while he stared down his nose at you, “Or maybe you don’t, given the situation I found you in. Looks like my ravenous little whore just couldn’t contain herself, could she?”

His lips curled into a snarl, his booming voice reverberating through your bones as he continued to address your misdemeanor. “Nesting with some weak piece of shit like that, have you no pride in yourself? I’m embarrassed you even gave him the time of day, let alone bared yourself to him. Who do you think you are, trying to fuck basic trash when you belong to me?”

Without giving you a chance to respond, he released his grip on your hair, shoving you roughly to the ground in the process. Hearing him move behind you, you attempted to push your feeble body into a sitting position, trying to reacclimate yourself. However before you could achieve this simple goal, his hand latched to the back of your head, shoving it down until it was smothered in the soft blankets beneath you. His free hand yanked your legs out from under you, pulling your ass up in the process. Though you couldn’t see him, the power radiating from him was immense, his aura so domineering you felt as if it alone was steadily crushing you. Were you in any sane frame of mind you would fear for your life, struggle and fight against the oppressive hardness that slotted itself against your dripping entrance.

But the slave you had become welcomed the intrusion, and as he tightened his hold on you, growling in your ear like the wild animal he had proved himself to be, you couldn’t stop your body from shuddering in anticipation of what was to come.

“It’s time for some corrective action.”

He entered you violently, his thick cock impossibly hot as he sheathed himself inside of you. The initial pain tore a scream from your throat, your vision dotting as you felt blood trail steadily down your shaking legs. He gave you no time to adjust, continuing his brutal assault as he pounded into you, uncaring of the damage he was inflicting upon you. The smack of his skin against your was punctuated by your cries, at first full of pain, but slowly morphing into expulsions of pleasure.

When the abruptness of his entrance fully subsided, you began to focus on the feel of him inside of you. Each slam of his hips ignited you, creating a feverish frenzy within that blocked out all other sensations and judgment. He filled you so completely, easily reaching all the spots that your fingers tried so desperately to reach just moments ago, satisfying all the areas that had been so urgently in need of attention with each stroke of his cock. You wanted more, needed more, moving in time with him as you chased after your pleasure. Wanton moans spilled from your lips, muffled by the bedding that was being shoved into your mouth with each thrust.

Even in the uncomfortable position he had locked you in, unable to breathe properly or escape from his grasp, all you could find yourself caring about was the alpha behind you and how he was making you feel- a strange sense of pride bubbled inside you the longer he went at you. The most powerful man in the world was doing little more than using you, and yet it was the fact that he chose you to begin with that filled you with flattery. A nobody like you being sought out by an alpha like him... Isn’t that what all Omegas dreamed of? To be desired by a dominant Alpha, having the honor of bringing them pleasure and receiving pleasure in turn, wasn’t that your only purpose, your reason for being?

You never dreamed you would feel that way before, but now you were finally starting to understand. The delirium of your desire had launched you into a state of inescapable euphoria, rebirthing you as nothing more than a shell of a woman who had finally realized her purpose, completely giving herself over to her unquenchable cravings while her Alpha’s assault molded her destiny.

Yujiro was a monster. Any man who did what they had done to the love of your life, any man whom your father had hated to the point of excommunication, any man who would violate you in such a way without so much as batting an eye, was an abomination-the remaining rational part of your mind understood this.

Yet as this demon, deserving of nothing but your scorn and hatred, spilled himself inside of you all you could feel was thankful. Thankful that the ungodly heat was starting to subside, happy that the pain the experience had brought you was alleviated, and blissed out over the feel of him nestled deeply inside of you, convulsing as the twitch of his cumming cock rained pleasure down upon you.

Finally, you felt complete.

After pumping you full of his hefty load, he hoisted you up in his arms, repositioning you so that you were facing him, straddling his lap. Gasping the moment you gained access to fresh air, a distressed groan croaked from your throat as his incisors latched to your neck, sinking deep into your scent gland. Your body shuddered at the sensation, fresh waves of pain and rapture coursing through you as he marked you decisively as his.

The cock that was still stuffed inside of you remained rigid, showing no signs of softening as your walls fluttered around it, the next round of your heat coming far sooner than you had anticipated. His hand wrapped securely around your throat, replacing where his lips had just been. He clamped down hard, pain pulsating from the open wound your scent gland had become, struggling once more to breath. His other hand grasped your hip, both limbs working in unison to bounce you on his dick-using you as if you were a human fleshlight.

“Don’t forget your place again,” he grunted, pulling you down on his cock so harshly, you saw stars, “You’re mine now.”

[mountttmase]

Winter Sun - Chapter 5

Note - lil early treat as the game is on tomorrow. this is probably one of my favourites so I’m super excited for you guys to read it. Once again thank you sm for being so lovely I just adore you guys 🥺 also I added in a anons suggestion last minute I hope you like it 🤭 and feedback is appreciated as always 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 6.1k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut & angst

Masterlist

You didn’t know if the heat was getting to Mason, but he could barely keep his hands off of you as the week went on.

Every night the pair of you ended up in one of the others room to let off some steam and you were beginning to wonder how you’d survive without him when the holiday finished. Even during the day he’d try and sneak you off if he could. Pretending you’d gone for a nap or to make a call so he could quickly make the pair of you cum and you couldn’t lie, you were having the time of your life.

It wasn’t just the sex though. He was right, you were his for the week and no matter where you were or what you were doing he was practically glued to your side. You were having the best week with him and all your friends and the little arrangement only made it even better.

You kept to your side of the deal too, making him breakfast and lunch if he wanted it. Treating him to ice cream when you were out even when he refused and making sure he always had his sun cream on but you knew he was secretly loving being taken care of in this way. Often finding him staring at you longingly as you made him something to eat like he wanted to pull you in and not let you go.

You felt good. Better than good, you felt wanted and needed and even though you both promised that the friendship came first and no feelings would be involved you noticed you’d started to slip.

You thought about him constantly when he wasn’t around, only feeling truly content when he was next to you and you felt yourself becoming in tune with the way he acted towards you. One misplaced glance or change in the tone of his voice had you spiralling but you were too afraid to say anything to him in case you made a fool of yourself so you kept it in. Trying to be as relaxed as possible around him.

You’d had a great week by all accounts though, getting drunk in the evening and soaking up the sun in the day and before you knew it there were only a few days left. Today was a little different though as you were meant to be having a girls day and Carly had arranged for the four of you to go pottery painting whilst the boys had their own thing going on but when you left you realised they were coming with you. Ben explaining that due to the weather their speedboat experience had been cancelled so they were tagging along to paint with you.

‘I’ve never done pottery painting, I don’t think I’ll be any good’ you told Mason as you all approached the building. Him holding the door open for you and you smiled as you walked passed him.

‘You decorate your cakes all fancy though, surely you can’t be too bad’

‘I guess we’ll have to wait and see’ you winked. Joining everyone else as a sweet older lady explained what you had to do.

Once she was done you were all allowed to go and pick your pottery, and once again you felt Mason brush up besides you as you looked for something to paint.

‘What are you thinking of painting?’ You asked him, eyes scanning the shelves for something exciting and you watched as he picked up a small stubby sort of vase before sending you a wink.

‘Wouldn’t you like to know’ he laughed before turning on his heel and making his way over to sit with the rest of the boys. Leaving you stumped before turning back to your only other hope.

‘Carly? Whar are you painting?’

‘Gonna paint Ben a mug I think, and maybe a little bowl for my cereal’ she mused, grabbing the biggest bowl she could see before taking it back to the girls table. You watched with a smile, knowing how much she loved her cookie crisp but your eyes were soon wandering over to Mason like they always did.

In the end you picked up a mug, wanting to paint Mason something too and then a mug for yourself before joining the girls. Sitting and gossiping as you let your creative juices flow and even though you were trying your hardest to paint something nice for Mason your lines were all wobbly and you thought it looked silly but you hoped it liked it.

For your own mug you decorated it with little strawberries and daisies, this coming out a little better than Masons but you were clearly taking too long as the girl’s had gone to join the boys to show off what they’d made as you were finishing up.

‘That's pretty’ Mason smiled, taking up the seat next to you. ‘The mugs not too bad either’

‘Oh hush it you’ you laughed. Secretly enjoying his compliments and you knew you were blushing as much as you tried to hide it.

‘Sorry, but it’s true, I am a bit concerned though. Please don’t tell me you’ve spent this whole time doing that’

‘Of course not’ you laughed, nodding your head to the side and you watched his eyes light up at the Spider-Man mug you’d painted for him. ‘I know it’s not great but I thought it might look good on your mug tree I got you’ you laughed, referring to the one you’d got him as a house warming gift and you watched his eyes soften as they flickered back between you and the mug.

‘You painted that for me?’

‘Of course. Just another little thank you of mine’ you teased but you could tell he was touched that you’d made something for him.

‘I guess I should show you what I did’ he laughed, a nervous expression on his face as he went to retrieve his item but you were more than confused when he set it down in front of you.

This looked nothing like the vase he’d picked up before. It was covered in little hearts of all shapes and sizes, pretty flowers and a few cupcakes hidden in here and there plus a slightly bigger pink heart that had gwen Stacey’s pink mask inside. Making you smile as you recalled all the times you’d spent watching it together and you loved the way both of yours tied in together without you meaning it too.

You were just about to ask what it was when you noticed the word tips carefully written in a fancy font on the front and your eyes shot up to his nervous ones.

‘It’s for your bakery. Thought it might look nicer than the coffee jar you’ve got sat by the till’ he laughed and your heart melted instantly.

‘Oh Mase’ you laughed. Dropping your brush and pulling him in for a hug and he held you back just as tightly. Tucking his head into your neck as he was a little shy and your heart thumped at how lovely he had been.

‘Bit of luck I painted something for you now huh?’ You laughed. Pulling back to look at his flushed face before his eyes darted to the Spider-Man mug in between you.

‘I’ll treasure it forever’ he laughed before helping you pick everything up and take it over to where everyone else’s were. The lady let you know they’d take around a week to be finished and you all wrote your addresses down for each piece before going to grab a quick lunch so you could get back to the villa. The weather now changing and after your busy morning and early afternoon, all you could think about was heading over to your chair and blocking out the rest of the world.

Well everyone but Mason at least.

He was still in the kitchen grabbing himself a drink, promising to follow you outside shortly to join you and with a quick, sneaky pinch to his bum you took the few steps from the kitchen to outside.

‘You coming in, y/n?’ Ben called, motioning his head into the pool as you walked around the edge towards you but you shook your head. Heading straight for the lounge chair you’d claimed as your own so you could get set up with your book however Ben seemed to be having different ideas. Stopping you in your tracks with his hands on your shoulders and the cheeky smile on his face unnerved you. ‘Come on, I haven’t seen you in there once this week’

‘So? I don’t want to’

‘But you have to, it’s the rules’ he laughed, turning you so you were now facing away from him, his chest pressed against your back as he bent slightly before lifting you from the floor.

‘Chilly I swear to god, put me down’ you shrieked, voice full of fear but you could tell he thought it was all hilarious. Swinging you from side to side as you thrashed and kicked your legs, your breaths short and sharp like you couldn’t take enough air in and as your eyes began to sting from fear you couldn’t help but let out a frightened whimper.

‘No can do, everyone needs to go for a swim or you can’t say you’ve had a proper holiday’ he laughed, swinging you back one final time before launching you into the water.

Everyone’s laughter and cheering was suddenly silenced, all you could hear was a rushing noise as you tried to fight your way to safety. You didn’t know what way was up and what was down and the more you struggled the more lost you became. Your lungs burning as you resisted the urge to open your mouth and scream but you were so frightened you didn’t know what else to do.

I’m gonna die, the only thought that was rushing through your head but the sudden feeling of someone’s arms around your waist as they dragged you up and back to the real world knocked the wind out of you.

You were gasping for breath instantly, your hands gripping onto someone’s strong shoulders as you tried to calm your aching lungs before you felt their hand on you back so they could pull you into them. Your arms snaked around their neck as you hid your head into them and they rubbed up and down soothingly to try and relax you before pulling you flush against them with their lips to your ear.

‘It’s okay, you’re safe now. I’ve got you, yeah? I promise it’s alright’

‘Mase’ you whimpered, booming coughs erupting from you as you clung to him even tighter. Wrapping your legs around his waist as he held you to his chest tightly and you knew you were going to be fine.

‘I know, Muffin. I promise I’ve got you’ he told you gently as he slowly walked you to the steps of the pool, gently walking you out whilst you clung to him like a koala and once you were up the steps and on the side you let yourself slide down his body so you could stand on your own. You could feel him start to pull back, probably wanting to check you were okay but you were having none of it. Small sobs now poring from you as you realised you were okay, the shock of it all finally hitting you and the embarrassment of everyone having seen you flapping about like a wet fish made you hold him even tighter as you cried into his neck.

‘Y/n I-‘ Ben started from behind you but Mason was quick to cut him off for you.

‘Don’t, Ben. Just don’t’

‘I didn’t-‘

‘Ben I swear to god if you don’t fuck off right now’ Mason growled, his body going stuff as he pulled you impossibly closer to his body. ‘I mean what the fuck were you thinking?’ He roared, but you didn’t want to start and argument so you pulled back in the hopes he’d look at you. He looked furious, cheeks flushed as his brows pitched together and you could feel the anger pouring from him but you watched his expression soften at the sight of you.

‘Can we just go inside’ you whispered through your tears and without so much a look in Bens direction, Mason lead you into the kitchen and away from everyone else before picking you up by your thighs and placing you on the counter.

‘Are you okay?’ He whispered, holding you by the jaw so she could get a good look at you and even though you were still crying and taking in strangled breaths you nodded your head. ‘What happened?’

‘H-he threw me I-in. I p-panicked’ you stuttered out before he pulled you back into his chest so you could calm down. You knew you were fine but your heart was still beating out of your chest and you were thankful you had Mason to grip onto.

Once you were calm again you pulled back to look at him, a soft concerned expression on his face as he placed a soft kiss to your forehead and you couldn’t ignore the goosebumps that traveled over your arms at the gesture. His touch was grounding you more than you thought it would but the feel of his lips on your skin made you feel even better.

‘You really don’t like the water do you?’ He asked softly, a small smile on his lips and you shook your head softly as you rubbed at your eyes. ‘Can you swim?’ He questioned gently and you took a nervous gulp before answering.

‘No’ you whispered, wanting to look away out of embarrassment but his non judgemental stare settled you and your carried on looking into his gentle eyes.

‘Y/n’ he sighed, but you could tell there was smile behind his voice as he slightly scolded you. ‘You need to tell me things like that. How am I supposed to look after you if I don’t know?’

‘Sorry’ you chuckled but he just shook his head before pulling you back into his embrace.

‘It’s alright. Just as long as you’re okay’ he mumbled, pulling back to look at you and you sent him a reassuring smile.

‘I’ll be fine’

‘Good’ he laughed before dropping his head to press a light kiss to your lips.

You froze, that’s against the rules being your first thought but he didn’t seem to be reacting in any way so you kept your cool and acted like what he’d just done was normal even though it was anything but.

‘Do you fancy going out for a bit? We can head to the beach rather than hanging here, I just know if I see Ben I’m likely to throttle him’ he joked, squeezing your waist lightly and you agreed, still a little embarrassed about the whole thing so you let him help you down so you could quickly leave.

You tried to be quick, drying yourself off and changing into a new bikini and a pair of shorts before chucking on an over shirt and trainers snd meeting Mason in the hall outside your rooms.

He was dressed in shorts and a tank, clearly throwing his own outfit together pretty hastily but looking at him still made your knees weak. The fact he’d have his tattoos on show for you today too made your tummy flip so when he held out his hand you took it straight away before he led you outside and thankfully you didn’t see anyone on the way out. Following Mason with your head down and once you were out he steered you towards the main town.

‘Thought we could have a walk on the beach maybe? Or look round some shops?’

‘Sounds perfect’ you smiled, squeezing his hand gently as you followed him down.

You arrived at the shops first, the pair of you looking at all the trinkets and souvenirs before Mason asked if you’d like to play a game and you looked up at Mason with a confused expression.

‘Whenever me and my family go away we get each other a magnet’ he told you, head motioning inside one of the tourist shops at a giant wall of magnets. ‘You go in here, I’ll go into the shop opposite and we can buy each other one. You know, one that reminds us of the other’ he explained but your silence made his face falter. ‘Or if that’s weird we can just-‘

‘No Mason I love it’ you giggled, squeezing his hand before letting go. ‘I’ll meet you out here in a sec yeah?’

‘Okay’ he nodded shyly before you both went in separate directions. There were a few you were considering but in the end you picked up one that looked like a rooster as it reminded you of Nando’s and you’d seen them everywhere this week and once you’d picked up a few more things for people back home, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Carly’s name flashing up on your screen and you felt nervous instantly. She wasn’t around when the pool fiasco happened and you knew she was probably worrying where you were.

You met him outside where he was looking at you with a cheeky smile before quickly swapping the little paper bags they were hidden in, both bursting into fits of giggles when you saw you’d bought each other the same one.

‘You fancy a walk on the beach? We can stay away from the water if you want’ he smiled but you just laughed and took his outstretched hand. Walking along the shore as he intwinted his fingers with yours.

It all felt so surreal, getting caught up in the moment even though you know you shouldn’t have, but the way he was acting so soft and caring with you made your heart flutter and you had to remind yourself often that he was still just your friend.

He stopped suddenly, pulling his phone out his his pocket before seemingly trying to take a picture of the sand in front of you and you were confused as to what he was doing until he threw a peace sign up in the air, looking down to see his shadow on the sand so you joined in as he took a few more. Both giggling away until he placed his arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his side before popping a kiss on your forehead and snapping a picture.

You looked up at him carefully, his bright eyes looking down into yours and the urge to kiss him was stronger than ever. He beat you to it though, planting another illegal kiss on your lips softly before taking your hand again so you could carry on walking.

‘You feeling better now, Muffin?’ He asked quietly, a hint of worry still in his eyes but it needn’t be there.

‘Much better. Thank you for looking after me Mase’ you told him sincerely, wrapping your arms around his waist so you could hold him close. ‘Sorry for ruining your peaceful afternoon’

‘Don’t be silly, I’d rather hang out with you anyway. I was thinking, maybe we could grab some dinner out? Unless you wanna go back, we can do that too’ he told you, rushing at the end like he thought he’d overstepped but you were enjoying your alone time with him so you sent him a reassuring smile.

‘No I like the sound of that. Maybe we could have a little picnic on the beach? I don’t think I’m looking too presentable to be sitting in somewhere’ you laughed, looking down and your thrown together outfit and still damp hair but the soft smile on his face relaxed you.

‘I mean I think you look great but whatever you want’ he winked, squeezing your sides playfully.

After another quick walk around the town, Mason pointed out a take away pizza place and put your order in before you popped into the small supermarket opposite to grab some drinks and sweet treats before taking your food back to the beach so you could eat and watch the sunset.

Even though you didn’t like the water, there was something about sitting by the sea and the sound of the waves that made you feel at peace. And sitting with Mason as you spoke casually about future plans and how he was looking forward to the rest of the season made your heart sing.

‘I know we haven’t known each other too long in the grand scheme of things, but you know I’m really proud of you, don’t you?’ You told him softly, watching the most heartwarming smile stretch across his face before he patted the space in front of him so you’d sit in between his legs. Once you were comfortable his arms snaked around your waist and you placed yours on top of his as he pulled you as close as he could to him. His lips by your ear so he could speak to you quietly.

‘I’m proud of you too, Muffin’ he whispered, the smile in his voice evident but you both started giggling as he kissed the side of your head. ‘I’m serious. You’ve got your own thing going on and you’re so successful and like I’m just so happy for you, you know? No one deserves to be happy more than you’

‘You deserve to be happy too’ you told him, moving your shoulders round slightly so you could look at him and you almost melted when his hand came to rest on your cheek so he could stroke it gently.

‘I am happy’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah, I know it was a big choice to go up there and have everything change. And yeah maybe there are certain things I would of liked to of kept the same but I think it’s worked out pretty well’

‘I think so too’ you whispered, your smile mirroring his as he continued to gently stroke your cheek. ‘Though I miss having you around’

‘I miss you too’ he smiled

‘Hmmm me or my cakes?’

‘Your cake’s obviously’ he laughed, making you roll your eyes playfully as you looked away from him but he was quick to hold you closer and scatter kisses on top of your head until you looked back. ‘I’m kidding. It’s mostly you’

There was that feeling again, wanting to kiss him more than anything and you knew he felt the same because his eyes kept flashing down to your lips as they flickered all over your face. You figured you’d just take the plunge, he’d kissed you twice already today so you reached up and thankfully he caught on and met you in the middle.

Kissing Mason like this made you feel giddy. You were breaking every rule in the book but there was no intent behind it, just two people showing the other how they felt and you hope Mason could tell how much you appreciated him for everything

‘Thank you for this week, Mase, I was really worried about coming but I’m so glad I did. I’ll never be able to repay you’

‘You don’t have to thank me or repay me’

‘But I do. I really appreciate everything you do for me’

‘Well do you send me cakes a lot’ he winked, ‘and you're always there for my games, good times and bad you're by my side so I appreciate you too. More than you know’ he told you softly. A warm fuzzy feeling spreading over your skin and you didn’t have the confidence to look at him anymore so you faced forward as the pair of you snuggled closer and listened to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.

‘Shall we head back? You’re starting to get cold and I don’t have anything for you’ Mason asked after a little while and even though you were content in his arms you knew it was getting late and you’d have to head back soon so you begrudgingly nodded.

‘Okay’ you whispered, taking a slow walk back with his hand in yours the whole way. When you got back, the house was silent and you weren’t even sure if anyone was in so you made your way down to your rooms after putting your leftovers in the fridge. Standing awkwardly outside your doors as he scratched the back of his neck.

‘You wanna come in here for a bit?’ He asked, making you raise your brows at him suggestively but he was quick to settle you. ‘Nothing like that, I just thought we could hang out for a bit. Watch a movie before bed?’

‘You sure?’

‘Yeah I just… I don’t wanna leave you yet like it feels weird to me’

‘It feels weird to me too’ you admitted shyly and your heart stuttered at his soft smile. ‘Listen, I’m just gonna have a quick shower, get changed and run upstairs for a water. You want me to get you anything?’

‘Why don’t you get us some snacks, I’ll let you pick’ he told you and with a final kiss to your forehead he let you go.

After your shower you found one of your nicer sets of pjs and you made your way upstairs but the sight in front of you made guilt rush through you. There was Ben, his face sat propped up on his fists as he leant against the counter and you could see how miserable he looked just from a glance.

You felt awful, you knew he hadn’t meant anything in a mean way earlier and when his eyes flickered over to yours you sent him a sympathetic smile.

‘You’re back’

‘Yeah we got back about fifteen minutes ago’ you told him as he sat up but he kept his eyes glued to the counter as he nodded his head and chewed on the inside of his cheek.

Without another word you made your way over to him, touching his shoulder so he’d turn a bit before pulling him into your arms. You felt him relax immediately as he held you tightly and you rubbed his back gently hoping to let him know everything was fine between you.

‘I’m so fucking sorry, y/n’ he told you quietly but you could hear the emotion in his voice and it was breaking your heart. ‘I honestly had no idea, I was just trying to have a bit of fun’

‘I know Ben. I know you didn’t mean it horribly and I’m fine I promise. I don’t tell people I can’t swim cause it’s a bit embarrassing but you didn’t know that’ you reassured him as you pulled away but kept your hands on his shoulders. ‘As for Mase I think he just got a bit scared but I’ve had a word with him. There wasn’t any need for him to speak to you like that’

‘It’s fine I deserved a telling off’ he smiled shyly and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. ‘You promise you’re alright?’

‘Fit as a fiddle’ you winked before walking over to the fridge. ‘I was more embarrassed than anything else. Like me, a full grown woman who can’t swim?’

‘Well if you fancy a lesson I can try and teach you. We can call it part of my apology’ he offered and even though you were petrified you wanted to do something to make him feel better.

‘You know what, I’ll take you up on that’ you laughed, shutting the fridge as you gathered your haul in your hands. ‘Let’s start in the morning’

‘It’s a deal’ he winked, a bright smile on his face and you felt better than you had all afternoon knowing you were fine.

‘I better take these down to his majesty’ you joked, motioning towards your full arms. ‘I’ll see you in the morning though, yeah?’

‘Course. Have a good night y/n’

‘You too’ you smiled and with a quick kiss to your cheek you both made your separate ways to your rooms. You didn’t bother knocking when you got to Mason's room, walking in so you could drop the snacks and drinks straight onto the bed but after you’d shut the door and finally caught sight of him, your mouth went dry.

He was lying horizontally across the bed on his side, flicking through the channels to find something to watch clad only in a pair of tight black Calvin’s. As soon as you made eye contact he sent you a sweet smile, shuffling up a bit straighter before patting the space in front of him and it felt like your heart was going a mile a minute as he helped you get settled. His warm skin pressed fully against yours as he tangled your legs together and wrapped his arm around your middle, but it was the light kiss pressed against your temple that made you blush harder than anything.

‘Comfy?’ He asked softly, lips right by your ear casing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin, you just hoped he wouldn't notice and when he didn’t say anything you just nodded and let him hit play.

It was a comfortable silence, but then again you were always comfortable around Mason. The pair of you munching your way through your snacks as you absentmindedly watched the film that was on until you felt him reach for his phone. Tapping away for a few minutes before he placed it back on the bed until you felt your own phone buzz on the side table.

‘I’d get that if I were you’ he told you quietly. Eyes not leaving the tv and you thought it was a bit weird of him but you didn’t question it. Reaching for it to see who it could be but you were surprised to find it was Mason trying to airdrop you something. The first thing looked like a picture of you taken from behind at a beach bar the other day and you felt your heart race as you pressed accept.

You weren’t prepared for what was coming through to you though. A full album of candid shots of yourself from nights out and day trips that Mason must have taken sneakily and you felt your whole body flush as you flicked through them. Seeing yourself through his eyes a little and you’d sworn you’d never felt more beautiful than right now.

‘Mason? What the hell is all this?’ You asked, looking up at him with a wide smile and you watched his cheeks turn the same shade of pink yours probably were.

‘Just some pictures I’ve taken this week that I thought you might like’ he told you. Trying to shrug it off but you knew he knew what he’d done was special to you. ‘I thought maybe you could use some for your daily instagram dumps you seem to love. Do you like them?’

‘I love them, thank you’ you told him. Pulling him towards you tighter and you shivered as he kissed your shoulder.

‘That's okay. I know the others were constantly asking the boys to take pictures and I didn’t want you left out. I’ve kept a few for myself though’ he teased. Making you laugh as you looked back up at him.

‘I suppose I’ll allow it’ you smiled. Reaching up to kiss his jaw before your eyes went back to your phone so you could look through them again and try and find your favourite but it didn’t take long for your eyes to go heavy. It had been a long and slightly stressful day and the warmth of Mason's body and the calmness that you felt about being around him was sending you to sleep quicker than anything. He must have felt it, moving you round so your front was now pressed against his chest with your head in his neck but you knew you couldn’t get too comfortable. Sleeping in the same bed was against the rules.

Not that you’d stuck to the rules at all today.

‘Just gimme five minutes and I’ll go to my room’ you told him quietly, the rumbling of his chest as he laughed waking you slightly but not too much.

‘Don’t be silly, stay here tonight’

‘But Mase-‘

‘But nothing. Just go to sleep, Muffin’ he whispered into your hair and you knew your skin was covered in goosebumps.

You didn’t say another word, just snuggled down further into him as he held you even closer. His hands absentmindedly stroking over your skin and lulling you further into sleep, the last thing you remember being his lips on your forehead as he pressed feather light kisses to your hairline.

When you woke up, you knew it wasn’t morning yet. The sky was a little lighter than when you went to sleep but your thoughts were confirmed when you quickly checked your phone and the time read 03:47am. You weren’t sure why you were awake but you quickly dashed to the loo, carefully untangling yourself from Mason as to not wake him but you saw his eyes open when you returned. You had been contemplating going back to your room but he opened his arms for you as you stood awkwardly and you couldn’t deny him.

‘Sorry, Mase. I didn’t mean to wake you’ you whispered, crawling back into his arms but you let him spoon you this time, smiling at the feel of his arms around you and his lips pressed to the base of your neck.

‘S’okay’ he whispered back, continuing to press small kisses over the bottom of your neck whilst he let his hands wander your body carefully and before long you could feel yourself getting turned on.

You weren’t sure if this was his intention or if he just wanted to feel you but you knew your breathing had gotten deeper as he began to massage over you waist and hips before finally taking your bum in his hands and you couldn't help but moan a little bit. Yes the pair of you had been touchy all day but you’d missed his hands on you like this and once he could hear how he was making you feel he started taking things to the next level.

It was your thighs next, hands reaching forward to massage them softly whilst he littered your neck with kisses and it wasn’t long before you felt him prodding you in the back which caused you to let out a little chuckle. ‘Shhhh’ he laughed, letting his hands travel inward to part them before hooking one up and over his body. Leaving you open for him to do as he pleased.

You felt you hips moving before you’d even realised, grinding your bum down onto him and the chuckle that left his lips would have almost left you embarrassed but you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel him again.

‘You just can’t wait can’t you, baby? So needy for me’

‘Please Mase’ you whimpered. Your spine tingling at him calling you baby but thankfully he didn’t want to make you work for it. Just as needy as you it seemed as he pulled your shorts from you and freed himself just enough to be able push himself into you. One arm wrapped around you to hold you close as the other hooked under your thigh to hold it up as he bucked his hips into you from behind and the kisses he was pressing to the back of your neck were driving you wild.

It was lazy and delicious, the pair of you taking it as slow as you could so you could just feel each other rather than chase your highs. Not having sex for the aim of getting off but just because it felt good to be pressed up against each other, to feel him rock his hips in and out of you just like he knew you loved whilst whispering the most heavenly praise in your ear.

You look so fucking beautiful

Feels like you were made for me, you know that?

Let me hear all those pretty noises you make. I don’t care if anyone hears us I wanna know how good you feel

You’re doing so well for me sweetheart

I’ve got you, let go for me gorgeous

When you’d finally come down from your high, you could still feel him pressing the most delicate kisses to the back of your neck until he was burying his face in there. Taking a huge breath like he was absorbing you in and couldn’t wipe the smile off your face.

The pair of you didn’t move, Mason just feeling heavier and heavier as he sunk into you even more. Falling straight back to sleep so you joined him knowing you’d hadn’t felt this content in the longest time.

y/n

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Y/n a day well spent 🩷

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masonmount ✌🏻

y/n ✌🏻

declanrice that pizza look insane

y/n It was 👩🏻‍🍳😘 there’s a few slices in the fridge if you want some

carlywlms_ missed you this afternoon 💜

y/n I’ll be there to annoy you tomorrow 💜

okaylaaa omg the magnets 😩 @woody_ we need to get some before we go

y/n they had so many, it’s hard to choose 😭

woody_ I’ll take you tomorrow 😉

benchilwell 💛

y/n 💛

laurenfryer_ you didn’t want to show everyone your Spider-Man mug, no?

y/n I didn’t want to embarrass everyone else with my skills

lukeshaw23 tell Mase that’s not part of his meal plan

y/n It’s a one off treat 😉

masonmount let me tell you, I’ve had many treats this week 😌

__nads hope you’re having the best time 🩷 everyone’s asking after you 🥺

y/n thank you, i hope it’s okay going okay 😂

__nads sugar mumma is still standing 😉

masonmount can you post me up some brownies for when I get home please? Or just whatever’s left over tomorrow, I’m not fussy

y/n @__nads ignore him please 🙄

masonmount no no, she owes me

__nads I’m not getting involved in your domestic 😭

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[peonierose]

Helloooo it’s me…

So this feels kinda weird to be posting again, after such a long time which for me feels like a decade 😅

I know I kind of disappeared a little 🙈

I don’t have a good answer or reason, but honestly though? I decided to be a little selfish and focus on me and my well being. Sometimes or most of the time I put others first and don’t realize I haven’t given myself that same attention, so I decided to spend more time doing the things I love.

But nevertheless I wanted to take a moment to thank everyone who’s been nice and has shown kindness towards me. Especially during my dads passing, everyone has lost someone that’s been dear to them and knows that pain, so from the bottom of my heart thank you. During those really difficult moments, when I couldn’t breathe because of the pain I was feeling, people have gone out of their way to be there for me, and that’s something I can never repay - I can only say thank you 🩷

I know with not being online or interacting I’ve maybe let someone down, but please know I haven’t forgotten anyone I just felt like I needed to take a step back and that’s what I did. A detox if you will. When I get overwhelmed by emotions I shut myself off, because I need to sort out things on my own, and sometimes that takes some time. Not trying to make excuses just trying to explain why I wasn’t as online as I was before.

This isn’t a goodbye to tumblr. But I had to take a much needed break from a lot of things.

Including writing fanfics and tumblr.

I’m trying to be more present in the moment, make new connections with new friends, spend time with my family, lay down flowers on my dads grave 💐 Ever since my dad passed away last year (I still can’t believe it’ll be a year on July 29th 😱) I guess it’s a pain that never truly disappears only lessens.

Another reason is that I couldn’t really write fanfics and I felt as if any story I posted just wasn’t good enough, I didn’t feel that same passion or love for fanfics I once did, trust me it’s hard for me to admit this, because I love my characters I just can’t write for them and it’s breaking my small little pink heart 💔

It’s also been a while since I played any book on choices. Though I did pick up Romance Club again. There are some cool stories there actually. If you want to connect there let me know I’d be happy to 🥰

I truly hope to be able to write fanfics again. Or to just feel joyous while writing 🤞🏻😍

I feel as if the choices fandom has gotten smaller, since I first joined, but the people in the fandom have been and still are amazing. Seeing so many new stories, characters and more is truly wonderful. Keep on shining!

I hope to return to writing at some point, but I feel the need to look after myself first even if that means not sharing some stories for a while. It’s been a decision I kept putting off because I was thinking to myself maybe the spark will return, or maybe I’ll be able to get inspired again for this or that fanfic I have in the works (there are A LOT of them) but so far I couldn’t and trust me nothing makes me sadder than this. I see people write and I’m like damn I’m so happy for them and at the same time I wish I could get inspired and have hours on end where I’m just writing! I’ve been writing some original stuff. So hopefully the spark will be there again soon🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

If anyone has tips for how to spark that flame for writing, or to just find that passion for writing, out of this endless writers block let me know.

I wish everyone all the best and really hope to post something again soon 🤞🏻

Thanks also for those of you who congratulated me on my birthday on April 16th and haven’t forgotten about me, even if I‘ve been a little MIA. I know we’ve all got things to do, things to worry about but at the end of the day it’s okay to just take a deep breath and just focus on the things we can and can’t control. So here’s to new and better times that are lying ahead for all of us.

All the love in the world

PR 🩷

[maryleclerc]

𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲/𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 — charles leclerc

prince!charles leclerc , princess!reader ; already divorce

summary: in which princess y/n decided to interview with royalty: in their own words after her divorce with prince charles leclerc. and her life after the divorce

au: this just an extra part of 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

warning: english is not my native language, use google translate. this is just a fanfiction, please do not take it seriously!

read all my royal series here

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yourusername Spending the best time of my life with my bestiee, love you charlottesiin

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charlottesiine Love you too my bestie, wish you always be happy

⤷ yourusername 🥹❤️

vivianawllms Happy look great on you Y/n

finnhenry_ She looks so great after her divorce with Prince Charles Leclerc

hachii__ How are you feeling right now Y/n?

⤷ yourusername I’m feeling WONDERFUL ✨ thank you for asking 🤗

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charles_leclerc Although the issues between me and Y/n have been resolved amicably, I myself have been a husband, close friend and an important person to you and you’re also an important person to me. I want to write this letter to expressing gratitude and apology to you, Y/n for the hurt and loss during the past time. First of all, I would like to sincerely thank you to you for everything that you’ve done for me, our family, and secondly I want to sincerely apologize not being able to be there to support you while you was suffering from postpartum depression, and I also feel very sorry for having a relationship behind your back. Now to think back, I really didn't know what I was thinking back then at that time and did these illegitimate things, maybe I really didn't deserve the love and affection from you. In the end, the person who was hurt the most was Y/n, once again I would like to apologize to you from the bottom of my heart. And I also want to wish you a very happy life, Christian and I will always be there to support you in every decision you makes. You’re the best things that ever happened in my life, It’s my fault to not knowing how to kept my own happiness save. I still really love you 🤍 yourusername

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yourusername Thank you to you too Charles, I had alot of happy time with you…

penelope_jamess Well atleast he knows he has done a wrong things

charles_myprince Y/n, she does not deserved all of this shit to be happen to her. Even though I’m a Princes Charles Leclerc fan but I’m cannot believe what he had done to her.

hrhcharlesleclerc I just hope he truly realise what he had done

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yourusername It’s Christian time ✨

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billyjonas Are you with Prince Charles Leclerc?

⤷ yourusername Yea we decided to take Christian and his cousin to visit a strawberry farm today

arthur_leclerc Christian and Constantine, when did they get so close?

jeniferr They looks so cute together

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montecarlo.royal Princess of Monte Carlo today celebrate The Monte Carlo Day. She wearing this elegant long brown dress, more attention to her earring belong to the late Queen Mother, Queen Mary to to commemorate the passing of the late Queen Mary of Monte Carlo.

They both seem very happy together at today ceremony after 2 years of their divorced.

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annafashion I really like the way she dresses, elegantly, luxuriously and aristocratic, always showing a pure beauty while exuding feminism.

y/nleclercc I wish that Y/n and Prince Charles Leclerc can be back together :(((

herikson_ She’s glowinggg 😩🥹

lillyhana This felt like a Princess Diana and Prince Charles, but it’s a Monte Carlo version of it

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yourusername Hello! I wanted to write this post to just to update some new things in my life after everything had happen. May some of you curious about the situation between me and Charles, and everything between us are fine now. Also there’s some rumour about my new relationship with Pierre.. How excited it is to confirm that I am now in a relationship with F1 driver Pierre Gasly, so it’s not a rumour anymore.

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gomezriiaz She’s dating Pierre Gasly, this is so insane 😩

jaqueengg Y’all stop talk shit about this relationship

kookook Look how happy she is, so freaking prettyyyy

philpp I don’t know how does Christian feel about this

wgebbn Cannot believe she’s move on this fast, just after 2 years?

⤷ mckayly wtf? What do expect? Wanted her to be crying her eyes out and begging Charles to take her back? 🙄 Y/n’s a strong women :))))

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royalbreakingnews [BREAKING NEWS 🚨] Today, the media discovered that after 6 years of divorced, Princess Y/n and F1 driver, Pierre Gasly also as known as the closest friend to Prince of Monte Carlo are now officially engaged and expecting their first child together. The couple appearence today at Prince Charles Leclerc of Monte Carlo niece infront of the palace where the Royal Ceremony held. Being ask about Christian felt about Pierre, Y/n said “He like Pierre alot and he also felt comfortable around Pierre, which make me so relief” Prince Charles also said if Y/n’s happy with him then he’s 100% support her relationship with Pierre.

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katherine Pierre Gasly, what?!!!.

f1pierregaslyy Hope he’ll not treat her the way Charles did, but still I don’t think it’s possible

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yourusername Welcome Agatha Perrie Gasly 🤍

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charles_leclerc Congratulation Y/n, Christian are so excited to meet his baby sister

⤷ yourusername Yea, he’s all excited like a fluffy ball running around with happiness haha

arthur_leclerc What a pretty name

⤷ yourusername Thank you to you for help us chose a name

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pierregasly My life would not be complete without you

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[mk-wizard]

Transformers Generations Prologue (Preview)

In the middle of the night, an Autobot quietly sneaks into what looks like a mansion through a side door. He stealthily makes his way down the large hallway adorned with murals relevant to Autobot culture and Transformer history. He then opens the door to what is his room and sighs in relief thinking all is well when a pair of narrowed blue glowing eyes appears behind him. 

“Congratulations. You broke your last record. It is 4:05 AM in the morning, Orion.” the voice sternly says behind him causing the young bot to freeze, then wince. 

“Uh... Good morning, dad.” Orion sheepishly grinned while turning to his father Zeta Prime a tall, stern faced Autobot with red and silver colouring. 

Zeta stood up towering over his son while frowning and crossing his arms. 

“Dad, I didn’t do anything bad-” Orion was interrupted by his father raising his hand looking irritated. 

“Stop. Just stop. You snuck out, stayed out well passed your curfew and let me guess, hung out with D-16.” Zeta lectured which caused Orion to frown and look away “Look at me.” 

Orion complied slowly while still frowning. 

“I told you to stay away from him.” his father reminded him. 

“You also said that Autobots and Decepticons should get along, so what’s the deal with you suddenly forbidding me from being with D-16?” he argued. 

“It’s not about his faction. It’s his character. He’s a troubled young manbot who is walking a rocky path and is not above committing crimes.” he argued back. 

“All he did was protest at the Mainframe Hall, dad. That’s not a crime.” Orion shot back. 

“No, but disturbing the peace, defacing monuments and hospitalizing three officers of the law is.” his father pointed out. 

Orion opened his mouth to argue, but then closed it with his eyes looking away for a moment “Ok, so he makes mistakes, but he had it rough, dad. Even now, he’s misunderstood.” 

“That doesn’t justify his behaviour, Orion. Until he straightens himself out, I don’t want you involved with him. D-16 has growing up to do and honestly, so do you if you can’t see that.” Zeta went on. 

“You can’t make me not be his friend, dad!” Orion was angry and clenching his fists. 

“I mean it, Orion! I forbid you from going anywhere near D-16 and to make sure you don’t, I’m assigning you to work at the docks all cycle long.” Zeta pointed his finger right in his face. 

“What?! You can’t do that! I’m already so busy with training and I have a life! And a girlfriend! And other friends!” the young mech protested. 

“That’s enough! You start work in-.... Four hours. I suggest getting whatever rest you can at this point, Orion.” his father ended the conversation. 

Orion crossed his arms and turned his back to him “This bytes... You’re such a hypocrite, dad! You talk about fairness, but when it comes to how you actually do things, you’re not!” 

“No. Holding you accountable for your actions which in this case is disobeying me is plenty fair. You can’t build a truly just society without equal rights and equal penalties, Orion. One day, you will learn that. You have to. It’s your fate as the future Prime.” he starts walking away. 

“When I am Prime, I’m gonna make damn sure that I’m a better one that you, dad!” he bitterly grumbled. 

He turned his head “Orion Pax, that is the point. I WANT you to be better than me.” 

The young mech was caught off guard upon hearing that causing him to turn and watch his father quietly leave the room. This made him stop and think about Zeta Prime’s words while looking at his reflection in the mirror. 

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Yes, this is my pet project. It's my take on a Transformers story. I can't decide if it will be a book or a comic. Maybe both lol. Anyway, what I have done so far.

Like the Batman the Animated Series, it takes the best of what is official and I'm reinventing it as my own. It also serves as a spiritual sequel done right of G1 hence the title. The story takes place after the war on both Earth and Cybertron during the time when Optimus and Elita-One's only son and heir Rodimus Prime is ready to take on the mantle and the Matrix of Leadership, but the transition is just the beginning of a much bigger journey and challenge for the Prime dynasty.

I plan for it to be two seasons only which focuses on Optimus and Rodimus as leaders, people and family. It is also about facing demons and also coming face to face with a deep dark secret in the Prime lineage...

So... let me know how I did so far please lol.

PS: I am NOT including the Bayverse Transformers characters or storylines beyond perhaps some concept art.

[egirling]

one direction.

i think i’m still grieving what happened; ever since liam has passed there’s not been a single day where i haven’t thought about the 5 boys that overtook my life when i was 12. i was a diehard fan, still am. if it wasn’t for them; i wouldn’t of met my closest friend. they had such an impact on my life and i genuinely cannot process what happened.

i never thought that i would be this sad at a member passing; but i also think that i never ever thought to fully understand that it’ll happen one day. i handle death well but for some reason this death has struck me.

as a 24 year old, i feel for the 12 year old girl who started liking them. who had her walls covered in posters, wrote fanfiction, ran a 1D fan page on facebook and twitter, the one who cried when zayn left and when they all unfortunately split away from the band. i remember the little girl who would get salty when people typed ‘1d’ instead of of ‘1D’, the girl who stayed up late to watch songs be released, the girl who truly thought these 5 guys were the best thing to happen to her.

i remember listening to up all night and getting sad when stole my heart came on; because i knew the album was ending. but luckily i was fortune enough to own the physical album so i could just rewind it. i did that for years since i never owned another album on cd.

i also feel for that little girl; i remember being sad when i saw people attending 1D concerts knowing i never got the opportunity to as a child. as an adult; sure but… a reunion is unspoken for currently. i get sad when i realize that i’ll never see 5/5 live, but i saw a tiktok comment saying that i at least experienced the fandom at its prime and that i lived during it, and that’s enough for me to feel a connection to them. it makes me feel better.

i know that death is natural and happens to everyone, but i was not expecting to handle the loss of someone i worshiped as a child. i know he’s just a celebrity, would never know i existed and all of that but genuinely this has struck me in a way i never expected. it’s like part of my childhood has been torn away from me; like my younger self is heartbroken by liam and what happened. (maybe this has to do with the trauma ive dealt with in my life? but that’s something i gotta discuss with my psychiatrist.)

1D and all the members will always have a spot in my heart and soul for the chapter of my life that they were in, i’m genuinely so grateful for them in multiple ways. i remember when little things came out and that was in my peak of my self harming, and hearing them sing about things i hated about myself struck me when i was younger. obviously, when i was a child it felt more personal compared to being an adult, but it still helped. i don’t think i self harmed for awhile after that song.

i love the fact that i got to experience them as a band, and the fact that im living in a life with their solo careers as well. i’m ever so proud of them and how they’ve grown.

as for liam, i do miss him as weird as it might be. i never knew him, never would but he was … almost a positive influence on me and my younger self. i didn’t have much direction growing up, but i knew listening to their songs or watching videos of them that i would feel content. an escape maybe.

i don’t know. i can’t sleep and it’s almost midnight and i needed to get this off my chest. i think i just needed to vent and say my peace and words to accept what’s happened.

this blog started as a 1D blog 💀

i know there’s millions of fans who are deeply affected by this as well, and if anyone even reads this i just want you to know your feelings and thoughts are completely valid, grief affects everyone differently. he was a huge part of life for MANY people out there. take care of yourself. listen to some songs and cry; everything will be okay.

(i don’t think i can do this 4 more times)

there’s a day i’ll be older than him and that’s weird… i don’t like that thought. it was never supposed to be that.

i would like to believe that liam is content wherever he is right now.

all the love, sarah / egirling

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Dear Diary, - Kim Seungmin Fanfic - Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

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--- 26th of May Dear Diary, It’s been a while since I’ve last written about my spectacular life. I’m sorry, I truly am. I didn’t even notice time passing lately, especially when each day blurs into the next. For starters, Changbin and I broke up. It was quite messy considering I’ve been such a coward, but it was bound to happen. I thought it would be awkward to keep seeing him, but since I’m no longer eating lunch in the cafeteria or spending time with Yuna’s friends, our interactions have been brief, if any. We’ve seen each other around campus and were cordial, we nod our heads with short smiles and a “Hello” here and there, but that’s all. I feel terrible to say this, but I feel relieved that this weight is no longer pressing on my chest. It was too overwhelming to have to take care of someone else’s heart as well, especially since I am so bad at taking care of my own. I’m not doing well, and it’s hard to admit this to anyone. I lost a lot of weight because I’m barely eating anymore, my energy is at an all time low and all I seem to do is sleep, because every time I’m awake, everything hurts. It feels like all I do lately is break down: during class, at the break room at work, in my room, in the shower… my tolerance to stress has become so low. I haven’t talked to anyone. My parents keep calling, but I don’t know what to tell them. It’s getting so hard to pretend that I’m doing fine, and they are so good at noticing when my voice falters, that I stopped responding completely. I told them my exams are coming soon, and I chalked it up to stress, and they seemed understanding. Truth is, I am extremely overwhelmed with the upcoming exam session. I’m doing my best, I really am. I just can’t seem to focus or remember anything. It’s like I have brain fog. The sentences I read don’t make any sense. Maybe I’m not good enough for this. Maybe I should just go back to my hometown and take over my father’s bakery. What a joke – I’m not even good at that. What am I even good at? Nothing. Simply nothing. Whatever. I need to go to work. Phoebe

“Hey, have you seen my charger?” I ask Yuna, who’s mindlessly scrolling through her phone.

“Huh?” She looks up. “Yeah, I think you put it on your desk earlier.”

“It’s not on the desk.” I say as panic begins taking over me, my eyes blurring with tears. I’m not sure why not finding my charger makes me feel so anxious, but if I stay looking for it any longer, I will be late for work, and my boss will scream at me again, and-

“It’s right there, babe.” She says, pointing to the top of the desk.

How did I not see it?

“Thanks Yuyu.” I force a smile.

“Bibi, are you okay?” Yuna asks me with concern plastered all over her face.

“Yeah, of course. I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine though…” She says with slight hesitation. “You used to be very organised, but nowadays it feels like you keep misplacing your stuff, and-”

“I’m really fine. Just tired.” I try to laugh it off, hoping she would just drop it.

“Your eyes are puffy. Did you cry?”

“No.” I lie immediately. It feels easier and easier to lie through my teeth lately.

“How about we hang out tonight? Our friends miss you. They haven’t seen you in ages, Bibi.”

“Maybe another night. I have a long shift, and I need to study afterwards. My first exam’s in two days.”

“But-”

“Shoot, I have to go. I’ll be late for my shift. See you later!” I sprint towards the door, putting my shoes on and exiting the room, running away yet again from an uncomfortable conversation.

I don’t want to meet anyone; I don’t want them to see me like this, and I don’t want to have to listen in on conversations I don’t have the mental energy to follow or take part in.

It sounds exhausting.

I just want to sleep.

As I reach the café, I greet my coworker and put on my apron to begin my shift.

A sudden pain in my lower abdomen makes me feel uncomfortable, and as the day progresses, it just gets worse and worse.

I take a pain killer, but it doesn’t do much. I try to smile at the customers, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore.

A few hours later, a deep, unsettling nausea begins churning in my stomach. I feel so sick – maybe I caught a stomach bug?

Each time I move even slightly, the aching pain in my lower side intensifies. I’ve never felt weaker.

Fuck.

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I don’t know exactly how I got home. To say I’m in an incredible discomfort would be putting it mildly. I feel so weak, and the pain only grows stronger with each passing hour.

The room is dark and quiet, which means Yuna is out, so I can finally start studying.

Shit, I can’t understand anything. My eyes blur with tears once again, and I have no clue what to do.

Suddenly, I stand up covering my mouth and run to the bathroom, where I empty my bowels for what feels like forever. I’m still nauseous by the time I’m done throwing up.

What is happening to me?

I want to cry, from the nausea, the pain in my abdomen and the confusion in my head, but if I do this, I’ll be even less able to concentrate.

Although I go back to my room and sit down at my desk with an open book in front of me, nothing makes any sense. Nothing I read. I don’t know what to do.

With a shaky hand I pull out my phone from my pocket and dial Seungmin. He’s a good student, and he’s helped me study before, so maybe, just maybe, he’s available.

“Hey, haven’t heard from you in a while. What’s up?” He asks, his tone casual.

“Seungmin?” I ask quietly, clutching my stomach. The pain is unbearable, no matter how much I shift in my seat. “Are you at the dorms?”

“Yeah. Do you need something?”

“I’m studying for the exam, but… I can't understand shit.”

“Oh, do you wanna study together? Come upstairs. Jeongin’s out with Yuna tonight, so he won’t be coming back for sure.”

“Okay… I’ll be there soon. Thanks.” I say, but climbing up two flight of stairs takes me way longer than usual, with the sharp pain in my lower side.

I’m shaking badly, but I try my best to reach Seungmin’s room, and when I do, I knock.

“Took you long enough.” He smiles as he opens the door, but when he sees me, his whole expression changes. “You okay?”

“God, why is everyone asking me this lately?” I reply weakly as another sharp pang travels through my abdomen.

“You look very pale, Bee.” He frowns.

“I’m fine. So, how come you’re here? I thought you’d go to that party with Yuna and the rest.” I try to change the subject, and although Seungmin still looks unconvinced, he lets it go.

“I’m more responsible than those idiots.” He shrugs. “So, let’s study.”

“Good idea.” I nod as I sit down, feeling woefully uncomfortable. It’s hard to keep a straight face when I’m in so much pain, and I don’t understand what’s wrong.

I’ve never experienced this level of pain before, so this is very concerning, but I try to keep ignoring it, since I have a lot of things to do.

I need to study, and I need to get to my shift tomorrow, and then I need to take the first exam in two days, and another five in the following two weeks. I can’t afford being sick right now.

I should’ve taken another painkiller, or a few.

God, this is unbearable.

“So, what do you need help with?”

“Everything.” I force out a chuckle. “I don’t understand shit. I feel like I didn’t attend any classes this semester.”

“You didn’t seem to pay any attention to them, so no surprise there.” He laughs.

“Look at you, mean to me again.” I pout, and he sticks out his tongue.

“How’s life going? I feel like we haven’t spoken much lately. I heard you and Changbin broke up.”

“Yeah, that night…”

“Are you okay?”

“Stop asking that.” I roll my eyes. “Yes, I’m fine. It hurt for a bit, and then it started hurting less. Life moves on.”

“Sorry your first Uni relationship didn’t last.”

“Well, whatever.” I shrug.

“Alright, back to studying, let’s review the first 3 chapters.”

Saying this, Seungmin begins going through them and it’s easy to follow at first, but as the pain intensifies, it’s getting harder and harder to focus on his words. My vision blurs, and my lower abdomen feels like there are a million soldiers inside, stabbing at me with their swords at the same time every second. Even my smallest movements are met with an agonizing, burning sharpness.

“Bee?” Seungmin looks at me with worry.

“Yeah?”

“You’re sweating really bad. Here.” He hands me a napkin that I use to wipe off my forehead, and suddenly, a new wave of nausea hits me.

“Hey, mind if I lay down for a second?”

“Go ahead.” He says, his eyes never leaving me as I go to his bed on the bottom of the bunk.

I close my eyes, trying to think of anything else, but the pain keeps persisting, and the nausea makes me feel the need to throw up again – not like there would be anything left to throw up.

“What hurts?” He asks, this time strangely determined.

“Nothing.” I open my eyes and look at him, and he seems doubtful.

“Bee, we went through this before. Tell me and be honest.” He insists, and with a small sigh, I decide to reply.

“I just caught a stomach bug or something.”

“I asked you, where does it hurt?”

“You actually asked What hurts? and I told you.”

“Don’t be cheeky.”

“I replied!” I snap, before closing my eyes again. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

He stands up and sits down on the bed next to me.

“Show me.”

I open my eyes, and looking into his almost makes me want to cry. I’m in so much pain, and I feel so terrible, and he just won’t stop being persistent.

I weakly move my hand and point him to the lower right side of my abdomen, and he puts one hand there, pushing.

“Stop!” I immediately scream, turning on my side and beginning to cry. The ache is unbearable.

“Let’s go to the hospital. Come on.” He urges me to stand up, but I don’t want to go.

“I can’t. I have so much to do, I-”

“Phoebe.” He cuts me off. “It was not a suggestion. We’re going to the hospital right now. You’re sick and need medical help.”

“But I have to study, the exam is just two days away.” I try to ration with him, starting to cry.

“Fuck that.”

“It’s easy for you to say! You’re so smart and always on top of the class, but I-”

“You’re also very smart and capable, and you will study after a doctor sees you and determines what’s wrong with you.”

“But-”

“Phoebe, listen to me. If you don’t take breaks, your body will shut down and do it for you at most inconvenient times. We are going to the hospital right now, and if you don’t stand up, I’m calling an ambulance.” He says matter-of-factly in a soft tone, as if he’s talking to a child.

“Okay…” I nod and sit up, but the pain is so terrible, I just can’t move without feeling it tear through my body. “Minnie, it hurts…”

“I’ll carry you to my car. Come here.” He says as he bends over and picks me up. “Stupid, why would you push through when you’re in so much pain?” He scolds as he exists the room and heads downstairs. “And you always make me carry you around. What are you, some princess?”

“I’m sorry… I don’t want to disturb you, or be a burden...” I say through sobs, but he just chuckles.

“I’m kidding, Bee. I don’t mind helping you, so please reach out, and don’t be so stubborn. Take more care of yourself.”

“Thank you…”

“And you’re not a burden. Don’t call yourself that.” He adds in a firm tone.

He helps me into his car, putting on my seat belt as I can’t stop crying.

Thankfully, the hospital is close by; it takes us less than 10 minutes to get there, and once we’re in, Seungmin takes me straight to the ER.

~

Chapter 8 | Chapter 10

[pedroscurls]

chance encounters | pt 6.

character(s): Benny Miller, Will “Ironhead” Miller, Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Frankie “Catfish” Morales, fem!Reader summary: During your unconsciousness, a familiar face visits you and helps you come to your senses. word count: 2k a/n: Thank you to everyone that's stuck around and invested in this story. It truly was very cathartic for me and helped me deal with my own grief. Hope you all enjoyed. warnings: Brief mentions of drug use. series masterlist | ultimate masterlist

“You got your ass kicked.” Your best friend is smiling at you, arms crossed over his chest and with a knowing look. You don’t know if this is real, but it certainly feels like it is. You feel tears sting your eyes because he’s right in front of you and you want to reach out to him, but afraid that if you do, he’d be gone. That whatever this is will disappear and you’ll wake up, disappointed and alone.

“You– You’re not here.” you whisper, looking up at him. “You died and–”

“Well, no shit.” He chuckles. “You passed out. Why didn’t you just tap?”

It feels so real. He looks so real. 

“I didn’t want to quit.”

“But having someone choke you out was better?”

“You left me!” you shout, lower lip quivering as all of the pent up emotions begin to surface. “Y–You promised we’d grow old together, have families… You weren’t supposed to leave.” 

You can see his eyes soften, can see his arms begin to reach out for you, but you take a step back. You don’t want this to end so fast. 

“I’ve been a goddamn mess since you died.” Tears begin to stroll down your cheeks and you’re so overwhelmed with emotion that you feel your body shaking. Whatever this is has got to be your subconscious making this feel like it’s real when it’s not. 

“I know…”

“I can’t– I can’t move forward. I’m fucking stuck. Everywhere I look, I’m reminded that you’re no longer here. I can’t…”

He calls your name so softly that it makes you stare up at him. Then, he reaches out to pull you into a hug and you let out a shaky breath when you feel his arms wrap around you. It feels so goddamn real. 

“I don’t blame you,” he whispers. “What happened was meant to happen.”

“I should’ve–”

“Stop,” his arms tighten around you. “Stop dwelling on what happened, what didn’t happen. I’m sorry…”

“I should be sorry,” you interrupt him. “I should have been there for you. I should have–”

He sighs and pulls back to look down at you. Whatever this is, wherever you are, you don’t want to leave. Right here, with him, is where you’re supposed to be. You can’t fathom the idea of waking up only to realize that this was all a dream, that this was just a figment of your imagination, that this wasn’t real.

“No,” he says. “I wasn’t the greatest friend and I chose someone else over you. I shouldn’t have done that, and I’m sorry. I know you were just trying to look out for me. I’ve never once blamed you for keeping your distance, for putting up a boundary.” Then, he touches your cheek and you lean into his touch, tears stinging your eyes again. “You can get through this… You’re the strongest person I know.”

“But what if I can’t? What if I don’t want to?”

“You can, and you do.” He says matter-of-factly. “You have those group of guys… They seem like great guys. Stop pushing them away. Especially the one with the curls.”

“Frankie,” you whisper. 

“Yeah, him. But all of them seem to want to be there for you, but they don’t want to push you. Why can’t you let them in?”

“Because I don’t want to lose anyone else,” you admit. 

“That’s part of life,” he sighs. “It was my time to go… Everything happens for a reason–”

“But what the fuck?” you interrupt. “I can’t find a reason why I had to lose you.” 

“Maybe you don’t need to. Maybe you shouldn’t.” Your best friend pulls you back into a hug and yet again, it feels so real. “You will be okay. I promise. You will get through this.”

—

You start to come to, slowly blinking as you stare up at the ceiling. The lights are dim, but you can hear the beeping from the machine next to you. You look down at yourself, noticing that you’re in a hospital gown and then immediately feel the pain across your body. You begin to sit up, only to be stopped by Frankie. He’s gentle, eyes so soft and yet filled with concern. 

“Is he– Where is he?” you whisper quietly, looking around the room and seeing Benny, Will, and Santiago sitting in the corner. You don’t see your best friend and your heart breaks all over again. You shut your eyes, trying to force yourself back to sleep, trying to force yourself back to where he was. 

“Where’s who?” Frankie asks.

You shake your head slowly and look down at Frankie’s hand resting on yours. “I got my ass kicked,” you say, changing the subject. 

“You did,” Benny says, standing up and walking towards your bed. “You didn’t tap. Why didn’t you fucking tap?” 

“I don’t give up.”

“Well, that’s a shitty reason. You passed out because you chose not to tap. You’re not fighting for a while.”

“Okay.” 

Benny’s taken aback. He didn’t think that you would agree so easily and he was expecting some push back, but is surprised that you didn’t have at least something to say. 

“Doc said you’ll be okay,” Santiago says with a sigh. He walks over to you, eyes just as soft as Frankie’s. “But, are you okay?”

“No,” you mumble. “I’m not,” you admit. Tears begin to sting your eyes and you turn your head to grip Frankie’s, tightening it ever so slightly. “Can I– Can I have some space?”

The guys, including Frankie, nod and begin to walk towards the door but you keep a tight grip on Frankie’s hand. “Can you stay?”

“Yeah,” he says softly. “Of course.” 

“We’ll be right outside,” Will calls out, the rest of the guys giving a single nod in Frankie’s direction. 

Once the door shuts, Frankie sits at your bedside and keeps a tight hold on your hand. You don’t look in his direction yet, eyes still staring up at the ceiling as tears begin to trickle at the corner of your eyes and strolling down your cheeks. “I saw him.” 

“Him? Who?”

“My– My best friend. I’m not sure it was real, but it felt like it.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Frankie hesitantly reaches out to wipe the tears that had fallen, his thumb grazing your cheek. 

You lean against his touch and nod slowly, turning to face him. “I feel stuck,” you admit quietly. “I don’t– I don’t know how to move forward. I don’t know how to continue this life without him and I’m having a hard time. I thought I saw someone that looked like him a few weeks ago and my entire world stopped… I knew I shouldn’t have taken that fight, but I just felt–” you take a deep breath and grip his hand. 

“I know,” Frankie says quietly. “I know, hermosa.” He sighs and leans forward, bringing your hand gently to his lips, letting it rest against the back of your hand. “I’ve been where you are right now. Shit, we all have, but I struggled the most.” He begins, moving his eyes away from yours and staring down at the bed. “I– I used drugs to escape, to not have to deal with what I was feeling, to just… To just not be here.” 

Your eyes immediately shift over to him and you slowly move to your side, eyes staring at him. You knew that he and the guys had dealt with a lot of loss, a lot of grief and you always envied their ability to just continue living their life, but you didn’t realize that they had worked through it. But hearing Frankie admit his unhealthy habits, it doesn’t take you by surprise. You used fighting to escape. You took a fight that you weren’t ready for to punish yourself. 

“Frankie…”

“I’m okay. I’m okay now,” he continues. “But for a while there, I was lost. I was stuck,” Frankie looks up at you. You can see the vulnerability in his eyes; he was baring his entire soul to you. “It took me a while to accept the help, but in the end, I’m where I’m at now because of those guys. We don’t ever want to push you, but you have to know… You have to realize that we care about you, so fucking much.”

“I don’t– I don’t know how to accept the help, Frankie. I can’t lose anyone else…”

“I can’t promise you that we’ll live forever.” The corner of his lips lift slightly. “But I can promise that for the time we have, we’ll be right here. I will be right here… And just know that we’ll be here when you’re ready. You’re our girl, hermosa…”

You then sit up in your hospital bed and release his hand, only to wrap your arms around his shoulders. When you feel his strong arms wrap around your frame, you bury your face against the side of his neck and quietly sob into him. Frankie tightens his hold on you, using one hand to rub your back as he allows you to let out all of the pent up emotions. 

“You’ll be okay, hermosa,” he whispers. “You’ll get through this.” 

“Can– Can you call the rest of the guys in here?” 

Frankie nods, pulling away to look down at you. “Of course. Be right back.” 

You sit up in bed and let out a quiet sigh. After a few seconds, Frankie walks back inside with the rest of the guys in tow. Santiago, Will, and Benny all walk towards your bedside and it’s Benny that breaks the silence first. 

“I’m sorry,” he says with a sigh. “I should’ve been more stern and not let you take that fight. I knew you weren’t ready and–”

“Benny, stop. It was my fault. I threatened to go to a different gym. I know– I know you were just looking out for me.” You look up at him and see his blue eyes staring deeply into yours. You can see the guilt written all over his features, so you reach out and take his hand. “I’m sorry for… everything.” 

“You don’t have to apologize–”

“Just,” you sigh quietly. “I wanted to feel the pain, wanted to hurt because I felt like I abandoned my best friend. That maybe if I didn’t abandon him, he’d still be alive,” you whisper, looking around the room to the rest of the guys. “You’ve all been patient with me… You’ve all been there by my side and–” You feel your breath catch in your throat as you shut your eyes, releasing Benny’s hand to place your own on your lap. 

“I’m too scared to lose you guys,” you admit out loud. “I don’t– I don’t want to lose any of you.”

“You won’t lose us,” Santiago replies softly. “We’re here. We’re not going anywhere.”

“And we understand your fear,” Will adds. “Understand that getting close to someone opens up to the possibility of getting hurt if something happens, but we can’t… That isn’t a way to live.” He looks down at you and bites the inside of his cheek. “We all found our way back,“ he continues. “And we’ll be here to help you find yours.” 

Tears continue to trickle down your cheeks and you look between the four of them, a sense of security and safety and love washing over you. 

“You’re our girl,” Benny repeats. 

“That’s right,” Santiago says. 

“We won’t let you fall,” Will adds.

“And we won’t ever leave your side,” Frankie finishes. “As long as you’ll have us.” 

You nod, finally feeling the walls you set up around yourself beginning to break down. The four of the guys lean down to give you a hug, feeling their strong arms around you. 

For the first time since losing your best friend, you feel like things can be okay. It may take a while, but you feel like you can get there. 

With Benny.

With Santiago.

With Will.

And with Frankie.

—

END.

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A/N ~ Hello loves! If you don’t already know, this is my first fic on here! My name is L (more on me in my pinned post if interested), I’ve been on Tumblr for 10 years and writing in general for even longer so I’m definitely not new to either, though I’ve never written smut before so this is my first time for that. I really wanted to write this fic in particular as it’s something that plagues my mind every since this -> post/ask from @napofamoon. Even though now I made this about Hyuka hehe (tbh imagined it as him every time I read it after reading it the second time because he just gives me giant puppy vibes). I did use the ear thing here as well so credit to anon for that! This fic is actually the inspo to start this blog, along with the amazing TXT smut community on here that I’ve been secretly following for awhile. And I have to admit, this is quite self indulgent so… guess y’all caught me in 4K 😂. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it regardless and please let me know of any errors/thoughts you have! I know I’ve read this like 9 times and I think it’s pretty good, but I’m still nervous that there are some errors and y’all might not like it. Especially since it’s hybrid smut. But I don’t think there are any errors and I truly do like it, I just got hella anxiety so y’know. But enough of my rambles and happy reading :)

CW ~ Idol Wolf Hybrid!Hueningkai x afab!reader (not specified as a girl), Subby Top!Kai, breeding kink and a lot of it, creampie (remember this is just fantasy so don’t be silly, wrap ya willy), praise, uses of names such as Pup, Baby, Master & Mommy, definitely a petite reader so size kink for sure (he kinda manhandles her even though not intentionally cause he’s just a big ol’ puppy at the end of the day :(), pantie stealing, good bit of dirty talk, some pretty soft moments, consent is sexy type vibes, choking, biting, cockwarming at the very end, boy lowkey desperate and a bit of a perv. If I missed something, let me know!

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You’ve known Kai for a long time, having met when you both were 6 years old so him being a hybrid was never a secret to you. It was basically his opening line when he approached you during recess, barking at you and exclaiming that he had a tail, which he then promptly showcased. Being so young, you found it incredibly interesting and because you desperately wanted a dog more than anything when he asked if you wanted to be his master you of course said yes! Unbeknownst to you all that entailed, and how different a wolf, especially a wolf hybrid, was from an actual dog. But you didn’t care because your friendless and petless self basically now had both!

So for years you remained his master and as time went on you began to realize how big of a job it actually was. You didn’t even know how big of a deal having a master in the hybrid community was until many years passed. You were essentially a glorified babysitter that didn’t get paid. Hanging out with him 24/7, keeping him out of trouble when his animal instincts kicked in, letting him sleep curled up next to you on your bed, taking him on walks, being woken at 6am sharp with puppy kisses all over your face to take him on another walk. The boy basically lived with your family at that point. If he wasn’t so cute you would’ve wanted out a long time ago but he became your best friend you could tell anything to so you found it endearing having him be your shadow, even if his own shadow was much bigger than yours. So when he started to pursue his dream of being an idol of course you came along for the ride.

When he was finally in a group and they had plans to debut him, he begged the company to allow you to move in with him and his group mates, the leader, Soobin, the eldest, Yeonjun, Beomgyu and Taehyun. Then of course he begged you, to which you put up a fight and “reluctantly” agreed. Though truly you wanted to live with him just as much as he did with you, even though you’d never tell him that. Eventually debut came and after that a new place, bigger company and a lot of fame and well deserved recognition. Him and his members, who you became good friends with, were on top on the world.

Then he began having…hybrid issues. Essentially every hybrid reaches full maturity at a different age and what effects you the most is your sexual drive, making it an incredibly difficult time, especially to hide it. It’s like one day you wake up and your heat is so incredibly painful it’s nearly impossible to even walk or sleep comfortably. Kai is a late bloomer, he’s 21 and is just now starting his maturity cycle, making performing and recording content for the fans extremely hard. They already know he’s a hybrid but they don’t need to know when specifically he’s in heat and being the fact his ears pop out when he is, it’s not like he can hide it any. Though there has been one thing that’s been keeping him from losing his marbles: you.

He keeps telling you how much he loves you and how your comfort is the only thing keeping him sane at every opportunity. Cuddled up in your bed, in your lap, in your arms, as if he’s the one who’s 150cm. You just think the love and support is what’s helping him and that it’s not that horrific since he seems to be keeping himself together well and you know it’ll all pass soon enough. But truthfully, he’s absolutely losing it. Sure, you’re helping, but not how you think you are. The reason he’s constantly curled up to you or in your lap? Your scent. And not how you as a whole smells, how your pussy smells.

He’s a wolf deep down (even if he acts like a giant puppy) so he has an incredible sense of smell. Unlike how others can’t smell you down there without having to stick their whole nose up there, he just has to get within a few feet to smell it. Usually that is. But with how bad his heat has been as he’s now finally reaching full maturity, he can smell your pussy the moment he enters a room with you in it. If you’re arroused or on your period, he knows. And when you ovulate, it sends his instincts into overdrive. Which is why his head is always in your lap, he’s taking in deep breaths of your scent as close as he can get to your pussy without it being weird. You would think your scent would drive him more mad but somehow it’s comforting as it’s familiar but lately it just hasn’t been cutting it. So he comes up with a plan whilst you sleep next to him, completely unaware, in your basically shared at this point bed, to help him get the purest whiff of you in the morning. He then manages to contain his excitement and nerves of acting out his plan and proceeds to fall asleep, nuzzling into your neck.

You wake up the next morning to Kai lovingly cuddled up against you, holding one of the giant plushies you got him years ago as a birthday gift. It’s his day off so you don’t bother to wake him as you get out of bed, you pick out your outfit for the day and head into the bathroom. You sit your clean clothes on the sink then proceed to have your morning pee, washing your hands after. Now you turned on the shower to get it heated up before you enter and begin to remove your oversized shirt that once belonged to Kai, exposing your bare breasts to the cold air of the AC vent above you, hardening your nipples instantly. You take off your pretty royal blue panties and drop them down onto the floor on top of your shirt, now completely naked, you enter the shower and begin to clean up.

Once Kai hears the water running he wakes, taking time to scroll on Weverse before eventually getting up to act out the plan he made last night. He approaches the bathroom to come inside, at this point you’re not sure how long it’s been since you got in when you hear the door open but nonetheless you instinctively call out “Kai?” He freezes in fear that he’s already been busted but tries to remain as quiet as possible. Eventually his fear is alleviated after he hears you whisper to yourself about how you just must be hearing things. Then he spots them, the pair of royal blue panties you left on the ground. Instantly he can begin to feel his heart beat out of his chest as he carries out with his plan by picking them up and stuffing them into the pocket of his pajama pants before leaving the bathroom as quietly as possible.

You’ve always taken a long time to shower so he knows he has plenty of time to do the rest. So he sits himself down on your bed, pulling your panties out of his pocket and lifting them up to his nose, taking in all of your scent. The divine fragrance making his ears pop out and big cock grow in his pants instantly. He begins to lick the wet spot on them from the access slick due to your ovulation, relishing in the taste of you and fantasizing what it would be like to have his head in between your thighs, lapping away at your warm pussy as you moan under his tongue. Before he knows it, he’s pulled his pants and boxers down and is fisting his leaking cock as he has the panties up to his nose.

He takes his precum and works it around his shaft like lube, moaning at every touch, and begins wrapping the panties around him, using the bright blue material as friction. Unable to help it as his mind starts to wonder about it being your hand around his cock right now, getting louder by the minute. “A-ahh… master… mmm fuck…” He’s so fucked out already he doesn’t even realize the water has turned off, you’ve finished your shower and quickly you put on your towel to go wake Kai, who you think is sleeping. Noticing whilst walking out your panties are gone and quickly as you open the door you notice exactly where they went. Your missing panties wrapped around his throbbing cock. Kai, too far gone and eyes shut, doesn’t even notice you watching, “Ooh fuuuck, m-master.”

For some reason seeing him like this is unexpectedly turning you on and you can’t help but stand and watch as he works your panties around his fat cock. He’s much bigger than you expected, the sight of him playing with his cock and the sound of his moans making your pussy wet. “Mmm… oh shit… fuck, oh master,” he moans out loudly and shamelessly and just hearing him moan master that one specific time makes your body need release. You lift the towel and begin gathering your slick, bringing your fingers to your mouth to suck them clean, enjoying the taste before rubbing circles around your clit. You lean back against the wall, watching him intently, you slide two fingers into your hole easily and slowly. Once you hit your G-spot you can’t help but let out a soft, but just audible enough, “Aah, pup.”

The moment you do, Kai’s ears perk up and his eyes fling open to look at you, who is now the one unaware of the other since your eyes are closed. Slowly he gets up, getting close to you, watching in awe for a second as you touch yourself. You jump slightly as he leans into your neck and leaves a soft kiss, whispering into your ear “You know, master, I had a whole apology ready for being a bad boy if you caught me, but now you seem to need me almost as much as I need you.” You say nothing as he lightly tugs at the towel “May I please take this off?” You stare at him for a second, he was always so polite, now not being an exception as he awaited your answer, circling his hand around your inner thigh. You let out a giggle at the tickling touch before saying “We really shouldn’t… but… please do.”

That’s all the wolf needs to hear as he removes your towel and picks you up gently to then lay you on the bed, underneath him. He lets out a light moan at the sight of you, his beloved master, all exposed for him. In almost a pathetic whimper he goes “Fuck, finally, I’ve wanted you like this since the maturity cycle started, master.” Then not even a second later, he shoves his head in between your legs and begins leaving sweet puppy licks in between every fold of your wet pussy. “O-o-pup,” you almost shriek at the sudden stimulation “all you had to do was ask if you needed help.” You say as you run your fingers through his beautiful blonde locks and leave light scratches behind his ears as he eats you out the best anyone ever has. The boy lifts his head up, eyes already glossy, his face soaking wet all around his mouth to ask “Really?” before sticking his face back into your pussy. “Y-y-yes, anything for you baby.” You say lovingly in a near moan. “Then cum for me” Kai says into you, going back and forth from sucking harshly on your clit and teasing your hole with his tongue, his nose rubbing your nub when focusing on your hole. Watching your every move. “F-fuck, oh shit, pup, you’re gonna make master-“ “Please, cum for me, mommy.” Between how well he was eating you out, his words vibrating on your clit and his sudden use of mommy, you absolutely lost it, coming undone around him and cumming intensely on his tongue. Feeling your eyes roll back into your head, screaming his name so loud you knew if the other boys were awake they knew exactly what was going on. But that didn’t stop him from sucking your clit until it was swollen, until he knew you were coming down from your high.

Before you could even say anything he looked up from in between your legs, desperation in his voice, “Please let me make you a mommy.” You didn’t even know what to say to that but Kai didn’t leave any time to respond before saying “Please, I wanna fill your pussy up with my cum, mommy.” He began to get closer, moving up the bed, sounding even more desperate to the point he was basically whining “I wanna give you my puppies, wanna cum in my mommy’s pussy so bad.” Words you never thought you’d hear your sweet little pup say but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on immensely, making your pussy throb for him. Instead of letting him know that you just chuckled and went “Oh? You wanna make me a mommy? Want your cum dripping out of my hole, pup?” In a teasing voice. Kai bit his lip, nodding quickly as he stared into your eyes intently with those big brown puppy eyes of his. It was hard to believe at a moment like this he was a wolf hybrid and not just a dog hybrid. “Fuck, please.” He said, as he sank his head to leave kisses in between your breasts. “Okay, but you have to be a good wolf then.”

“I’m always good” he said in an almost upset voice, as if you were implying there are times he is not. But his near offended nature quickly went away as he ripped his shirt off and lined up his big, throbbing cock with your entrance. He began to slowly insert himself, being as gentle as possible, but due to his size, just his tip alone made your eyes roll back into your head. At this point you were also becoming desperate, moaning out “Just get it in there, already.” “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” He said. “You won’t, trust me, I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” Kai looked at you as he gripped onto your waist with his big hands “Promise?” “Promise.” “Now just make me a mommy please.” Those words alone was enough for him to absolutely unintentionally manhandle you as he bottomed out in you, stretching open your walls to take him. You screamed which instantly made Kai have a worried look on his face. Until you moaned out “Oooohhhhh fuuuuck… good boy.” When the worried look turned to a grin of pride that he could make his master like this.

“You like that?” He asked as he started speeding up his thrusts. “Yes…” you muttered out barely audible between yours and, mostly Kai’s, moans and loud squelching sounds of his fat cock in your wet pussy. He began to hold your hands down and lean over your body so he could kiss you and whisper in your ear how beautiful you’ll look as a mommy as he borderline abused your cunt. His blonde locks becoming wet and falling into his eyes as his pretty ears and tail began to twitch. Speeding up so much, you genuinely feared that he might break the bed with all the creaking. At this point he had you in a mating press, breeding you so deep and fast, hitting your G-spot every time with the fat tip of his cock, making you wail. You could feel yourself dangerously close to cumming and so could he as your gummy walls clenched around him. “F-uck, I’m close!” “Me too” he groaned in response. “Go on pup, impregnate master, make her a mommy.” You yelled. And with that you came undone, and so did Kai, releasing his seed into you with a sharp thrust, leaning into your chest as your walls fluttered around him.“O-oh master, fuck, there you go, take my puppies.”

With so much stimulation he collapsed onto the bed next to you, his cock slipping out of your hole on it’s own. Despite it being very, very good, at this point you became needy for more so without a second thought you begin stroking his cock to make it hard again. Dazedly he looked up at you and asked “Not enough? You need more, master?” You felt something take over you as you responded with “The name is mommy.” Quickly you got on top and put his cock back in your now creamy hole, beginning to bounce on it. “I’ll take that as a yes then, mommy.” He giggled as he watched your pussy spread his cum on his cock like lube. “Well, I have to make sure you got me pregnant, pup” you say. Kai nodded and sat up, wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck so he could leave bright marks on it, squishing your boobs against his broad chest in the process. Slowly reaching down to grab your ass whilst thrusting up into your hole. “God, my cum makes the best lube, but now I fear it’s leaking out too much.” He said softly into your ear. “Guess I’ll just have to fill this cunt up again.” He said in a near growl whilst bouncing you on his fat cock, furry ears tickling your face as he sucked on the sweet spot on your neck. “Fuck, right there” you whined as his right hand came up to wrap around your throat. At this point he was slamming your pussy so hard that his cum from before was splashing out onto his lap. That’s when you felt him shake, “Breed me full,” you said and before you knew it his warm load filled you up again as he bit your neck. You then screamed and began to cum yourself, pulling his mouth off your neck to look him in the eyes, “That’s my good boy.” You said as your hands cupped his sweaty face before leaning in to press a passionate kiss on his lips.

At that point you both were so tired you laid down onto the bed, your body still on top of Kai’s, him in still your hole. “You feel better now, baby?” You asked hazed. “Much.” He replied. To which he covered you both up with a blanket to take a nice needed nap. But not before you exchanged mutual ‘I love you’s,’ certain that definitely fixed his issues as you both fell asleep. More than happy to help him again if he ever needs it.

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